Crossing the Finish Line and Passing the Torch

Drum roll please...I AM DONE WITH MY HEARTWORM TREATMENT...I bet you thought this day would never come...there were a few times when I myself was wondering. It has been almost 9 months, but who is counting? One thing I know is that without your prayers, words of encouragement and financial support I might not have arrived at this point.

A special family has been following my progress and they have been waiting patiently for me to be ready for adoption. That time has come now and they still want me to come live with them and be their boy! It is bitter sweet because it means I am leaving my foster Mom and Dad and moving on. I guess it is kind of like graduating from college and knowing you are starting a new chapter in your life but you will always love the people who helped you accomplish your goals. But I am also excited. I will gets LOTS of attention because I will be the only dog and my new Mom and Dad are home a lot and when they aren't they will take me with them--woo whoo! I have always liked riding in the car even when I was going to the Doc almost weekly. I have been coaching my understudy for the last 3 weeks. Midnight will be taking over my blog. Midnight is an poodle mix kind of like me.

MIDNIGHT



Midnight is 4 years old and is a sweet dog who gets along with everybody. I really like her. I am sure she will not be in foster care as long as I was because she is healthy. If you want to review her resume click here http://www.petfinder.com/petnote/displaypet.cgi?petid=13621729.

Before I left I showed Midnight the best way to get my foster Mother running around the yard like a crazy woman and waving her arms pleading "no!" Here I am showing Midnight how to look for stinky stuff in the yard.


Here I am showing her how to apply the cologne...


Here I am showing her how exactly you ruin a recent bath and grooming from my friends at Downtown Hownds...


Midnight and whoever she turns the reins over to will keep you updated on me. Thank you for giving me a second chance at life.

Entering the Final Leg of the Marathon

Sorry I have not written for so long. I have been concentrating on making it through my heartworm treatment. For the most part I have handled the treatment well. I felt kind of puny for awhile and had to start taking a bunch of medicine again, but I plowed through it. I think I only have about one more month to go. In case you have not figured it out by now I am a stubborn and very determined little guy--I want to be in ship-shape for my "forever home." I have an excited feeling building in me that it will not be long now. I love my foster parents and I know they love me, but there are many other dogs that need to be rescued. I did over-hear my Foster Mother say that my 8-month-long roller coaster health battle has shaved a few years off her life. I think that I have made life interesting and kept her on her toes, but I do think she has more gray hair than she did when she first rescued me.

Some of you have asked what will happen to my blog. Well, I am already interviewing dogs who are interested in taking over the editor's position. I do have a couple of requirements...my name and picture should remain prominent, plus a periodic update on my post-adoption activities should be published. The new editor(s) will have big paws to fill so, I will be very thorough. Reference checks will be part of the decision making process.

Life has been super busy for the ARFP volunteers and and foster parents. I cannot believe how many puppies and dogs need homes. The lucky ones get rescued by ARFP. If you want to look at some of their adorable faces (of course they are not quite as cute as my face) and read their brief stories, you can go to http://arfpnc.blogspot.com/.

Revolving Door

Mo the Schipperke was not here for long--only 4 weeks. He was adopted to a family in Raleigh that had had Schipperkes, so they understand the unique qualities of the breed--hee, hee. No sooner was Mo out the door than Scoop arrived--ahhhh a puppy... and like all puppies he has no respect for his elders. Can't you just see the mischievousness in his eyes?



Fortunately, since I was in the midst of heartworm treatment, Scoop was not allowed to torment me. When my foster parents weren't looking I would try to get him fired up (and therefore in trouble) by dangling my biscuit laden Kong toy his way. Honestly though, as puppies go, he was a really good pup. I just did not let on to him or my foster parents that I knew he was a special little guy. He was only at our house for 4 weeks--that seems to be the magic number around here lately. He was adopted to a family in Greensboro where he chases, plays, and teases his 90 pound labradoodle brother. I bet I know who the top dog is in that home.