This year I got the surprise of my life as not just one, but FOUR of my previously adopted out foster dogs came to the clinic, including the two dogs who touched my heart the most: Ash, who is still called Ash and who I had as a foster for almost 6 months, and Vivid, who is now called Cady (pronounced like Katie) and who I miss and think about almost every single day of my life since I almost adopted her (until we found out she has hip dysplacia in one hip, it's a long story). Also present were Frost, now called Dylan, and Guinness.
|My beautiful Vivie. She will always be Vivie to me.|
[Sorry to her moms if they are reading this (;]
So it's 5 minutes after everyone arrives and I'm BAWLING because Ash, who is a very timid pup, was doing his shy cowering thing until I got Trophy out of the truck. The second Ash smelled Trophy he went into wiggly puppy mode, his tail came untucked from his body and he gave Trophy about a million kisses. And I do mean I was bawling... I don't know when I became such an emotional sissy, but there it is. I cried like a baby. And then
|Ashes with his favorite Trophy|
I'm processing the videos of everyone herding, I'll post them when I'm done uploading. :)