Oops, I did it again

When Sandy was adopted, Florian and I discussed and agreed how we were going to hold off on fostering for a good long while, mostly because of the stress on Lamar but also because of the stress on us.

I think you already know how this little story ends.

Florian and I went to the Washington Humane Society this weekend to observe play groups led by Aimee Sandler of Longmont (CO) Humane Society, which she has used successfully to socialize dogs, relieve boredom, teach life skills, and most importantly increase adoption rates dramatically. 

I'll talk more about play groups in a later post, for now meet Collette, the precious little take-home message we got from our day of observing. 

Collette, whose name in the shelter was Clockwork, is a 6-month old lab mix who was on a 10-day quarantine because apparently she nipped at a staff member.

We saw her in her kennel and immediately thought this was a little package we could take home.

Small and skinny, fawn-colored, she was jumping up on her kennel trying to get at us with her tongue. 

In the car on the way home, she sat in my lap and kissed me vigorously the whole way. She likes Fozzie and Lamar, but is nowhere near as persistent in getting their attention as some other foster dogs I could mention. 

Her first night home, she was in heaven snuggled up between us and she settled right down and snored with her little stuffy nose.

Though Florian is usually the one to take me to task for bringing in too many dogs, it was he who said, as we were in the shelter discussing whether to take home a dog on impulse, that you can't go to a place like this without rescuing a little thing.

All rational thinking aside, I think he kind of has a point--don't you?