Fozzie LOVES his new girlfriend

Of the many well-thought-out reasons that prompted me to rescue another dog, was the desire to give Fozzie some joyful canine interaction. I remembered how much he loved to play with Lars, I've watched him get so excited when he sees other dogs on leash walks, and I've watched him play a little with Lamar, though Lamar is not one to all-out frolic. 

I was pretty sure he'd get along with any active dog I brought home, and thought the chances were even better if it was a female.

But there's always a question, with dogs, of whether there will be that certain chemistry that makes them really get along.  But Sandy needed a place to go, and there wasn't really time to see how they liked each other. 



So I went to the shelter, loaded the little wiggling ball of fire into the van, and struggled to keep my eyes on the road as this precious little red froggie sprawled out on the floor next to the driver's seat and sprawled the back paws out behind her.


When I got her home, there were just a few tense moments when Fozzie wondered just WHAT I had done. Then, they were OFF!




Humping, romping, Sandy riding Fozzie around like he's a pony.

Slurping and digging and flapping in the doggie pool, drool flying akimbo. 


They keep going and going and going, just like Fozzie used to with Lars. 


Even in the face of full-on exhaustion, they keep going. Why? I just don't get these little monsters. 

Thank goodness for dog crates!