I'm a Foster Mommy!!!

This week I decided to change things up a bit and become a foster mommy to a rescued animal.  

Everyone, meet Brim! (loath that name, but I don't get to change it)


The smaller dog is my 10 year old Morkie, Killer. He's not thrilled in the least to be sharing his home, but this adjustment is good for him, too, so he doesn't stay a grump! Brim is a black German Shepard, apparently a very rare color for the breed. His beautiful, hazel puppy eyes will make you fall in love at first sight, which, I did. Man oh man, I had no idea what I was in for!

When Killer was a puppy, he was the best. Just a bag of bones like me, during high school. He was quick to pick up potty training and really everything else. I consider him more human, than Morkie, let's just say that. I grew up with big dogs and I've been missing what big dogs bring to the table. Their size and playfulness, you can really get rough with them! Small dogs you'll squash if you get too rowdy. Brim has definitely been a welcoming change of routine and yet a mighty challenge in patience and discipline. Honestly, I think this is the best situation to find myself in. I could use a make up class in both patience and discipline and what better way to practice then with a puppy full of life. Sounds better than the actuality, but it's really the most amazing feeling when you start seeing progress. It makes everything worth it and it feels good to be helping someone/something meet it's highest potential - or at least get closer to it. I can learn a thing or two about that, myself (ha!). With a little bit of TLC, patience and discipline, we can go a long way. Like Brim, I have quite a bit of work ahead of me but if Brim can do it, why can't I? Progress is so powerful and if you not acknowledging it is a crime against yourself. You are your worst enemy, but you don't have to be. Man, I thought this post was going to be about a foster mom and her new foster puppy, not some deep metaphor. How profound! Okay, now more puppy pictures!!!