Happy. Tails. Tale.

Herbie went home tonight. His new mom is a friend from high school. She saw Herbie's blog/pictures posted on Facebook and fell in love. I think a lot of people fell in love with the little stinker. He sure did have a lot of people cheering him on. Herbie now lives with a wonderful mom and dad who are spoiling him rotten, and a canine big sister named Cinderella. He is going to live a long, happy life and I'm so happy for all of them.

Last Saturday, Herbie and I went to the Lucky Dog adoption event at the Towson Petsmart. He howled like a freak the whole entire time. I think he was trying to tell me that he didn't want to get adopted that day. Perhaps he knew that no one there was his true match? Dogs are so smart.

When I decided to foster Herbie, I knew that there was someone in my circle of friends/family/acquaintances that he was meant to be with. And we found them. Herbie traveled a long way to get to them. He is a survivor. He could have been killed when he was hit by a car, but instead only lost a leg. And that certainly hasn't slowed him down in any way, shape or form. Before his leg was amputated, he dodged death again...he was scheduled to be put down if Lucky Dog didn't pay for his surgery. He traveled all the way from North Carolina and was adopted. His adopters returned him because he chased their hamster. Yeah. He went to doggie daycare in DC and was really well taken care of...and then I picked him up and brought him to Baltimore. He loved running around with Macho and Olive and terrorizing Hamilton. We will miss him and we hope that he comes over to play a LOT.

Oh, yeah...and I cried.

Herbie's big fat weekend of fun

Thanks for the shout out, Jenna!



Herbie did not get adopted this weekend. He's feeling okay about it. He knows that his forever home is out there somewhere. On Friday, he came to MICA. We're lucky enough to be able to bring dogs to work and it's awesome. Herbie loved meeting new people, laying around all day and getting belly rubs. On Saturday, Herbie went to the Lucky Dog adoption event at the Petsmart in Towson. He had lots of people pet him and inquire about his missing leg, but no one wanted to take him home. Today he went to meet Ruby, a blind basset. She may want Herbie to come live with her but she's not sure yet. So here we are. On the couch. And that's okay.









Herbie and Ruby







Night night









 





Less talk, more cute

A letter from Herbie

Hi everyone! I know that a bunch of people have been reading about me and looking at how cute I am, so I just wanted to tell you how I'm doing in my foster home. I love having a warm bed to sleep in (my foster mom calls it a crate) and a big, fun yard to run around in. I love jumping on my foster brother, Macho. I jump on his butt and he falls down and I can jump on top of him. We love wiggling around in the dirt. It feels good. I LOVE dirt. I can really go to town in the dirt. I want to dig a hole but my foster mom yells at me. But she yells, "CRAZY PANTS!" and laughs at the same time, so I don't think I'm in trouble. I'm trying to be the best I can be but I'm just so excited to have yummy food and a couch and a foster sister and brother. My foster sister, Olive, likes to bite my ankles. I already knew how to bite ankles, but I'll let her think that she taught me something new. She likes to run around the yard and I like to chase her. She's real cute and has silly teeth. But back to me...I know how to sit and I know my name and I know how to come when my foster mom calls my name and this makes her so happy that she gives me treats and boy do I love treats. I also love belly rubs. I like to play for a while and then run back to my foster mom and flop on my back so she can give me some belly rubs. There is some other thing that lives in my foster house. I think it's called a cat. My foster brother and sister seem to like the cat but I'm not so sure about it. He smells weird and I just bark at him. When I don't bark at him, my foster mom gives me a treat. So...I think maybe I'll try not to bark at him anymore. I really like to chase him too but he's really fast and can jump high. Speaking of jumping high, does anyone want to play ball with me? I really like the green ball. My foster mom throws it and we all chase after it. Sometimes I catch it and then make Olive and Macho chase me around the yard. I also really like sticks. And bones too. My foster mom only gives me a bone when she leaves and I go in my crate. I got cranky over a bone and now I can't have them around Olive and Macho. I think I learned my lesson, but it's better off this way. I'll have my very own big bone in my very own crate. I'm such a good boy in my crate too. My foster mom can leave for work and as long as she gives me a bone or two, I'm a happy camper all day long. So my foster grandmother told me that we're going to an event on Saturday. I went to one last week too. A cute girl and her mom petted me for a long time and told me that they would come back for me, but they didn't. I'm not that sad about it though. I know that my new family is out there somewhere. Maybe I'll meet them this weekend. We'll be at the Towson Petsmart. They have treats there.

High paw!
Herbie

Bassador

Huh? WHAT? A hootie who? A bassador, silly! A labrador mixed with a basset. Lucky me, I have one running around in my house. And he's a tripod. There is a circus somewhere that wants this dog. Too bad for them. Herbie the bassador arrived in Baltimore today. What a silly little guy he is. He has had a busy day. He woke up at doggie daycare in DC, went to an adoption event in Falls Church and then came to his new foster home in Baltimore. He met his new foster siblings, Olive and Macho, and enjoyed running around in our newly fenced-in backyard. He loves to sit in laps. He loves to take naps. He loves to play. He needs a forever home.

http://www.luckydoganimalrescue.org/adopt/adoptable-dogs