So…it’s quiet here without my B. I miss her, and I don’t have a friend to walk with, so I miss our walks, and then J happened to mention that poor, boss eyed, little Dizzy really didn’t like the kennels and cried non stop there and, when being dropped off there, hopped back into the car when she thought no-one was looking. So Hubby and I thought…well, poor Dizzy’s unhappy, and we’re unhappy and we could just offer to foster her, yes, just to help J out…nothing long term…no commitment…just a favour for a friend….because she’s unhappy and…to cut a long story short…there’s a lot less room on our sofa this evening than there was yesterday.
Welcome home Dizzy.