After a dozen foster dogs, it was me who got to stay. 

I came from Animal Control in Freemont, Ohio.  My time there was running out. There was room for me at a rescue, but I needed a place to wait for a couple of weeks, so Susan and Robin took me in.

Just for a couple of weeks, mind you.

But, snow storms prevented the “hand-off” for about a month and by then, I had them hooked.  They could no more let me go than they could gnaw off their own hands.

I was another one like Fox in pretty sorry shape.  I was full of worms, anemic and emaciated.  But, with some time, I healed and became a healthy dog.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t in the cards for me to stay healthy and I got a soft-tissue sarcoma that grew aggressively, eventually making it too hard for me to breathe.  Robin and Susan made the hard to decision to let me go on Dec. 1, 2009.

I loved being part of the pack, barking at bikes and finding delicacies in the backyard to eat.

I liked ripping up magazines and books, going on walks and especially squeaky toys.

They didn’t have me long, but long enough to know that I was a very good dog.