If 3's a crowd, 4's a . . .ZOO!

That's right friends, my sisters came home last night (HOORAY!! woofs can't explain how much I love those dogs) so that makes FOUR dogs in the house! My sisters have actually fostered more dogs than I have, for many many years, they know the drill and are pretty good about it too (and perhaps we should give Momma some credit in that department as well!)

The introductions went well, actually, I think Poe was a bit surprised to all of a sudden have even MORE friends!

She was still a busy little bee about everything in the house (makes you wonder what her life was before coming to live with us) so she learned about being stuck to the wall last night to help her be calm - she didn't like that so much!

Poe's outside manners are actually a bit better than her inside ones, to the point where Beans actually started to play with her, lucky LUCKY Poe!

please note I am not trying to run away from home, i'm going to check the mail for Momma!

They bounce the same, and it helps tire Poe out . . . helps, because Poe doesn't ever seem to actually tire out, unless she's in her crate!

All in all Momma is smiling and saying lots of nice things to all of us about how we are behaving. My sisters, Daphne and Beans, aren't quite as patient and zen like as I am about kanagroo puppies like Poe, and have used their outside voices a couple times to tell her to knock it off, but we all understand, if families like us didn't take dogs like Poe and give them a second chance, who would?!

you'll get there Poe, you'll get there . . .

Poe arrives

Enter Poe. The shy, scared, nervous, starved little angel Momma met at the shelter Sunday and couldn't bare to leave there a second after her legal hold period was up.

When Poe met me, she was a bit nervous, yes, but a few quick sniffs and words of encouragement from yours truly ("you are safe, you are loved, it all gets better from here") and BOOM! Happy Poe!

One might almost say TOO happy Poe. Shell to come out of? What shell? Maybe it is just the magic that is me, or maybe it's the country air, or maybe its the 3 cups of expresso Momma wondered if the shelter had given her as a goodbye present  . . .

Whatever it is, it's caused Momma and I to change our "plan" for Poe. There seems to be little to no need to teach her to be brave, but instead, we need to teach her to BEHAVE, and be CALM, that kid didn't stop, all night, not once (well, Momma did use a crate and some stuffed kongs to give my old bones a break from crazy puppy face. IN. MY. FACE.)

This is going to be a challenge for sure, as my sister come home tonight (sometimes they go away for a few days during the week :( Momma says to their "dad's" house, weird!), and they aren't quite as understanding as I am about dogs like this - Momma is going to have her hands FULL!

But we are both very glad that Poe is safe and seeming to enjoy her new found freedom SO much!

And it begins!

Hello Friends, Momma and I have decided that perhaps I should have my own blog. To share with you the life of a senior rescued dog and foster brother.

Once upon a time I too was rescue (by my Momma and Auntie Lisa), and I wasn't in the best shape in my heart and my head and my body.

 The rescue helped make me better. But being an older gent there wasn't much interest in adopting me, so I waited and waited, so patiently. I moved around to a few houses (I liked them all and would have happily stayed at any of them) but everyone had a reason why they couldn't keep me.

My last move was to my Momma's house (we just didn't know that she was going to be my forever Momma at first). And while I was there I started to show my age and some of my "germs". I have what is called an Auto Immune disorder, but not to worry, it's not the dangerous kind . . . (yet). It makes my nose all swelly and snorfy inside, and it makes my body all lumpy and bumpy. BUT, I have a fantastic vet who loves me and looks after me and all looks good for me to share my stories and wisdom for much time to come.

oh, and the medicines I'm on to help me breathe from my nose have made me a bit, well, see, potatoe like (ahem) . . .ah well.

You may remember me in the "blogisphere" from when the House Hippo was staying with us and had a blog of his own. That is how I came to be known as "BestFriendQuinn" (or BestFriend for short), because of how I behave with the dogs that visit us but don't stay forever. Now don't worry, I do have 2 dogs that live with me forever right now (more on them later for sure), but it is a very important job being a foster brother Momma says. to be a BestFriend and help the dogs that come from the noisey and scary place and need to get healthy and happy and what they need to know to go and get a forever family of their own.

I can tell by what happened this morning, that it is time to foster again (quiet old dog happy dance, okay, not really, noisy thumping happy dance because I still act like a puppy when things excite me!)
LOOK! I can tell by the collar it's going to be a girl dog! I bet she's as pretty as my sisters are . . .

So now I wait. Momma has had the usual "talks" with me, using that tone of voice, and slipping me an extra cookie or two, that lets me know this dog is going to be very special, and need lots of help from me. I wonder if she snores like I do?

The dog coming to stay with Quinn and his sisters is Poe. To see how her journey began you can read the post on Ador-A-Bull Dog Rescue's facebook fan page.