I have a confession for all of my furry pals. It is called foster failure, and it is the best thing that ever happened to me.
It all started with this lady volunteering at a shelter who I batted my eyes at. She came over to my cage and felt bad for me since I just arrived into the shelter and had obvious signs of malnourishment from my time on the streets. She opened the cage and took me out.
I wiggled, and wiggled, and wiggled some more, and kept batting my eyes at her. She just kept petting me and giving me much needed love. I then heard her ask around about me, and the story was that I just arrived yesterday in an Animal Control truck.
She placed me back in my cage and I saw her talking to others about me. She then left my sight. I batted my eyes at many others, but in my heart I knew that lady would be back.
I was right! That same lady came back the next day with a man. They took me out again and I wiggled, and wiggled, and wiggled some more, and batted my eyes some more at both of them.
They then introduced me to two other dogs, Aris and Meatball. They were both black and white like me, and again fell in love with me - or so I think they did.
They put their dogs back in the car, and took me back into my cage. I saw them walk out and again talk to others about me. They then signed some paperwork, and took me back out of the cage and put me in the car with those other two dogs. Off I went to a better place, but I definitely heard the word foster over and over. I believe the exact wording was, "this is only a foster until she is better".
Surprisingly, two days later with lots of much needed love, I was already better. I tried to continue looking a little bit sick, but nope I was fully back to good. At the same time, I just kept wiggling and making eyes with these two people. I heard them both agree that they could not take me back to the shelter, they had to adopt me.
HA, HA Suckers - my grand plan worked!