| We drove a long way to get home. I was dirty and my coat was in bad shape from so many fleas. I had a bath in the bathtub and loved it. I gave a few more kisses to show how much better I felt. “You`re my foster dog,” she said again. In the next couple weeks I was neutered, taken to the groomer, and taught to walk on a leash. Nobody had to teach me how to shred paper or blitz with the other fluffs. I learned about watching TV from the safety of a lap, and getting the best spot on the bed at night. A month later, I lost the “foster” part of my title. I now live at the Small Paws Quilt Shop, and I know I`m home to stay for the rest of my life. So now I get to be the big brother to other foster fluffs who come our way, waiting just like I did, for that second chance at life. |
| Bailey The quilt shop just wouldn't be the same without you. |