Post by Katie on Jun 23, 2007 8:17:42 GMT -5
Guess who is sitting in my lap right now.
It all started on Thursday. According to Dad, a lady in a brand new SUV drove up to our house. Her teenage daughter jumped out and dropped a Boston terrier in our front yard. Then she jumped back into the car and they drove away. Dad watched it all.
This is how "Fawn" came to us.
On Thursday and Friday, she stayed in our garage. We left a few dog cushions, some tennis balls, a water bowl, and a full food bowl in there with her. I set up an old radio and it played soft music. One of us three kids always made sure to take her out to use the bathroom every few hours. We walked her in the evenings. Usually, there is at least one person petting her at nearly every hour of the day -- supposedly to "make sure Fawn is alright".
When she came to us, she had two old rabbies vaccine tags on her collar. We suspect that the people who dropped her off at our house may not be her true owners, so we have an inquiry into PetVac Express. No one has returned our calls or e-mails yet.
We never wanted a third dog, especially a small one. For one thing, Harley is too tempermental for us to trust her around another dog -- especially a small dog like Fawn. For another, even Blackberry, the sweet goofball, doesn't seem to like Fawn. There's also the matter of cost. And the fact that we know absolutely nothing about this dog.
All Thursday and Friday, Mom was campaigning to find this dog's owner or place her in another good home. This is the same woman who freaked when we first got Blackberry (and later Harley). This is the same woman who now calls Blackberry and Harley her babies and tells Dad, "Wes, make your own lunch. I'm busy." (Busy with what dear?) "Making lunch for the dogs."
But Fawn is adorable guys. She is so quiet and gentle and sweet. She's sitting in my lap right now as I type this. I think I may have fallen halfway in love with this dog without even realizing it.
Last night, Mom let the dog sleep in the laundry room. This morning, she let Fawn in the house, although she is restricted to the laundry room, the kitchen, and the foyer. According to Dad, Mom ate breakfast with him this morning.
With the dog in her lap. Eh?
Now she says that she's thinks she wants to keep Fawn. Dude. I already know where this is going.
"Fawn"
It all started on Thursday. According to Dad, a lady in a brand new SUV drove up to our house. Her teenage daughter jumped out and dropped a Boston terrier in our front yard. Then she jumped back into the car and they drove away. Dad watched it all.
This is how "Fawn" came to us.
On Thursday and Friday, she stayed in our garage. We left a few dog cushions, some tennis balls, a water bowl, and a full food bowl in there with her. I set up an old radio and it played soft music. One of us three kids always made sure to take her out to use the bathroom every few hours. We walked her in the evenings. Usually, there is at least one person petting her at nearly every hour of the day -- supposedly to "make sure Fawn is alright".
When she came to us, she had two old rabbies vaccine tags on her collar. We suspect that the people who dropped her off at our house may not be her true owners, so we have an inquiry into PetVac Express. No one has returned our calls or e-mails yet.
We never wanted a third dog, especially a small one. For one thing, Harley is too tempermental for us to trust her around another dog -- especially a small dog like Fawn. For another, even Blackberry, the sweet goofball, doesn't seem to like Fawn. There's also the matter of cost. And the fact that we know absolutely nothing about this dog.
All Thursday and Friday, Mom was campaigning to find this dog's owner or place her in another good home. This is the same woman who freaked when we first got Blackberry (and later Harley). This is the same woman who now calls Blackberry and Harley her babies and tells Dad, "Wes, make your own lunch. I'm busy." (Busy with what dear?) "Making lunch for the dogs."
But Fawn is adorable guys. She is so quiet and gentle and sweet. She's sitting in my lap right now as I type this. I think I may have fallen halfway in love with this dog without even realizing it.
Last night, Mom let the dog sleep in the laundry room. This morning, she let Fawn in the house, although she is restricted to the laundry room, the kitchen, and the foyer. According to Dad, Mom ate breakfast with him this morning.
With the dog in her lap. Eh?
Now she says that she's thinks she wants to keep Fawn. Dude. I already know where this is going.
"Fawn"