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The San Antonio Pug Rescue approved an adoptive family for our foster pug, Polly, so she has now found a Forever home.  It was sad to part with her, but in the end, it's for the best.   During our fostering period, which was very brief, we came to the conclusion that we already have the 3 best dogs in the universe, so why mess with a good thing.

Happy Birthday Jody and Darren.  We'll see you at mom and dad's tonight.

Abigail is out, Polly is IN.

Our foster pug, Abigail, has returned to the rescue group for more training.  In her place is Polly.  Polly is a 6 year old female who is very loving AND fully house trained.  

This experience should be a good example to all prospective dog owners that just because a dog looks sweet and is basically good natured, does not mean she will be a good match for you.  Abigail was very sweet, but she was extremely skittish and loved to poop in the kitchen and pee in the office.  These are not good traits for a dog to have in OUR house.  With constant monitoring and patience, she could have been trained, but we aren't inclined to go through that right now.   

The pug rescue still needed out help, so I brought home Polly.  She's much more socialized.  She and Jake are already best friends.  It doesn't hurt that they also look almost like twins.  In the pictures, Polly is the one with the pink harness.

Have a great week!

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Foster Parenting (no, it's not what you think)

Yesterday I got a call from the San Antonio Pug Rescue and they were in desperate need of some foster families due to a big batch of puppies that was surrendered.  Being the kind hearted, selfless person that I am, I rushed over and picked up this sweet adult female that was a "breeder".   She's very sweet, but somewhat hesitant about letting strangers touch her until she gets to know them.  She learned how to use the dog door in about 30 minutes, but that hasn't stopped her from peeing on the bath matt.  Ah, the trials of parenthood!

She didn't have a name, so we named her Abigail.  Her tongue hangs out most of the time, so we figured with such a pitiful face, the least we can do is give her a dignified name.   

She's really sad because when she sees you petting another dog, she's really curious about what you're doing and comes up to watch, but then if you try to pet her, she runs away scared.  It's obvious to me that she hasn't been properly socialized, but hopefully she'll come around pretty quickly.  She did sit on my lap for about ah hour last night, so that's something.

I also included a pictures of the big lizard that lives inside a tree in our backyard.  I'm not exactly sure why I included it, but I did.