Yesterday we drove to Lake Bluff to pick up a new foster dog - a two year old Aussie/whippet mix named Pogo. He'd been described to me as a calm dog, a real cuddly pooch. I thought he would be a great foster dog and had mental images of the boys running and playing with him, throwing balls and frisbees and teaching him to go down the slide.
It wasn't to be.
The moment Pogo laid eyes on the kids, his body language changed to fearful and anxious. A growl rose up in his throat and at one point, he actually snapped at Jacob (who wasn't paying attention to his body language). It was decided that he wasn't going to go home with us. I can't see how rehabilitation would work if he was living in a constant state of anxiety. I'm guessing he's had bad experiences with children in his past.
Not to mention, I'll never be okay with taking in an animal who might potentially bite one of my children.
Today I got a call about Hansel, a three year old dachshund. My family actually had a dachshund when I was 12, and I loved playing with him and he was a great companion. Dachshunds are known to be family dogs, great playmates to children and adults alike. Tomorrow, we will drive to the vet and meet Hansel, and if he seems comfortable with the boys, he'll come home with us.
It's also kitten season, so I am expecting we will be asked to take in another litter soon. That should make Gryphon happy - he's been kneading the ground in front of the kitten crate and crying for his "babies". Whenever we watch a video of kittens on YouTube, he gets excited and runs around, searching for the babies. I'm thinking we're going to have to take in at least one or two kittens at the least, to keep Mr. Gryphon calm and happy.
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