Last month, I got an e-mail from a rescue friend about a pregnant Beagle in a kill shelter. You know the kind – NEEDS OUT TODAY, etc. The kind I (and probably many of you) receive regularly. It included a picture of a little Beagle who looked like she swallowed a tire.
Billy and I make all our dog decisions together. I never respond to these e-mails with an offer of assistance in the form of our home and even if I was considering doing that, I would talk to Billy first. He would of course, remind me of the many very good reasons why we could not possibly take on another dog at this time. (And then he’d probably beat me with a frying pan for even asking, lawl.) Whatever the reason – blame it on the full moon, or the half-moon, or maybe a moon pie – I saw this sausage dog’s picture and read the plea and immediately hit ‘reply’ to say I would take her. What made me do it? It’s a mystery of science!
At any rate, the kind volunteers at this shelter immediately set out – and found – a local foster for her so she could have her litter. With the help of another compassionate and generous volunteer, the li’l piggy was checked out at the vet’s office (she’s about 7 years old and light positive on heartworm but otherwise A-OK). Mama whelped 9 pups about a week ago – all fat and sassy.
The foster owner has been sending me short vid clips which are fun to watch and sort of give me the feeling of being there. Today she sent me this photo. Foster mom has been calling her “Big Mama” which of course is a fitting description at present but she will need an actual name in future. So the floor is open for suggestions!