Temporary gal

Well, I got a wild hair and decided that now was the perfect time to bring in a foster dog. An email went out from the basset hound rescue we support saying that an emaciated senior stray basset was in need of a home and some TLC. My heart was bleeding and I knew we should help. Neil's been behind the idea from the beginning so it was just a matter of the right time and the appropriate dog coming together. The stars and planets aligned on Friday and Saturday morning we found ourselves carting home another basset hound.

She didn't have a name so we are calling her Georgia. She's incredibly sweet and very slow. Although her brain seems to be sharp as a tack. I am currently waiting to hear back from my vet about letting the rescue pay for her medical bills (apparently they have to set up an account with HR first?) So until that happens I am just working on feeding her and keeping her comfortable.

She's had a few accidents in the house because I'm afraid she has the same issue Lola did when we first got her: She doesn't know how to ask. She uses doggy doors just fine, but unfortunately we don't have one of those. We're in the process of teaching her to ring the bell like Lola and Lucy do, and she has a few times, but it's not a consistent practice yet.

I'm pretty sure either she was an only dog or she's just old and arthritic because she doesn't seem to have much energy for playing. But she does love her squeaker toys. And sleeping. And eating. She's been a really easy girl to please. My only fear is that she may be older than everyone is estimating (9 years) and that she'll be hard to adopt out. I am fully aware that some fosters can be with you for months before being adopted ... but I'm afraid she may be with us longer than that. Fingers crossed that quiet, special home comes along.

Miss Georgia: