|Birthday girl in the morning.|
Two years ago today, we brought then- eight year old Bodacious home as a foster dog. Actually, we brought her to the North Haven garage and... and then afterwards, we brought her home and she immediately pooped on the living room floor.
Between vet visits and dog sitters and toys (and no toys!), it's been a long road with Ms. BoBo. But it's a road we wouldn't trade for anything.
Two years and eight pounds* later, she's clearly a foster fail, and an irreplaceable part of the family. :)
* BoBo got the doggy equivalent of Jello salad on account of those eight pounds. (Carrots in a chicken broth base with watermelon "candles".) It's tastier-sounding when you're a dog.
|What, what is this?|
|A slice went to Singer.|