Fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly, and Peggy’s got to take home a senior tub-o-love.
Peggy – one of the Homeward Bound Memorial Garden volunteers – was out last weekend. She is an excellent gardener, and a long-time member of our rescue family. She also has a well-earned reputation for working miracles with the senior dogs that have either been loved or neglected into obesity.
“All we ever get are the old and fat ones,” says her husband, Steve. (Excuse me?!)
Not exactly correct. Rumor has it that all Peggy picks are the old and
fat plump ones. Just more to love.
A week ago, a parade of svelte, fresh arrivals paraded past Peggy as she worked in the garden. Nothing.
Then Mary came waddling through, and from across the adjacent yard where Peggy had moved to prune the roses we heard: “Hey, who’s that?” Peggy has an eye for our butterballs like our dogs have sniffers for cookies! (Did someone say ‘cookies?’)
So guess who returned this weekend to bring Mary home to foster? You guessed it…
with Steve issuing his pretend protests all the while. You can’t take that man seriously…unless you happen to be a tree that needs to be removed. Then watch out!
Mary was one of seven dogs that went home this weekend. Happy life as well to Buffy…
Max and Libby (a twofer!)
Tabby, now Annie – another foster failure we hope!(You rename ’em…you keep ’em!)
And our favorite “Not-a-Golden”, Nigel!
Dogs going home…time in the garden…
Makes Monday almost bearable.