You all know Harriet
She belongs to my friend Jackie. She's as cute as button, remember?
Jackie is in Peru doing something very worthwhile with The Canadian Animal Assistance Team. Peru just suffered a massive earthquake, as you may have heard, and Jackie is there right now lending a helping hand.
So Harriet (and her greyhound sister Parker) are staying with Auntie Dove. And apparently, Auntie Dove is one sick bastard. Because I stopped by today to give Auntie Dove an extra dog crate and found Harriet looking like this:
What the hell? Does Jackie know what shennanigans Auntie Dove has been up to with her dog while she's away???
Just kidding. Dove is also an "Actor Dog" trainer and Harriet was selected to be a in television commercial, except she had to be black. The things people (dogs) will do for stardom! Harriet got a dye job.
I'm not convinced Harriet was all that impressed. I'm pretty sure she was silently begging me to help her.
I didn't though. I was too busy laughing my ass off.
So anyway, today I drove out to Hope to pick up yet another rescue dog. This one goes by the name of "Boy." Maybe you can tell me why.
(Eek! Doggie porn!)
Boy is really cute. He may or may not be a border collie. He may or may not be a cattle dog mix. He may or may not live to see another sunrise, because for the last 5 hours he has been alternately whining at me or barking at me to THROW HIS TOY. He is a fetch machine.
He also has a Really Big Head. I don't know what it is with me and foster dogs with Really Big Heads but somehow they all get filtered down the pipeline straight into my house.
Boy will stay with me for a few more days to have his testicles removed and await the return of his real foster home, Adrian, who is going to murder his visiting mother and bury her body in the Rockies (shhhh, you didn't hear it from me)
"Throw the ball. Oh god, please throw the ball. Please. Throw."
Once that has all been done, Boy will be looking for a forever home. If you like big headed dogs with lots to say, Boy may be the boy for you!!