No, I didn’t go insane and add another dog to my three. Well, sorta. Charlee is my foster dog, courtesy of Louie’s Legacy Animal Rescue. For those of you keeping count, four out of the five of my pets have come from Louie’s. Not only is it owned and operated by a friend of mine, but I feel this organization does so much to help animals that have been written off as “unwanted”. So when Emily said she needed to place Charlee so she could take in another litter of puppies, I gladly offered to foster him.
As was the case with Juliet, Sable, Colt and Zoey, Charlee’s story was a heartbreaking one. I am always shocked and appalled at how low some people can stoop, and I honestly don’t know how Emily can deal with that aspect of humanity without becoming completely cynical. All of Charlee’s siblings have been adopted out, but Charlee still needs a home.
Charlee hat
Charlee gets along great with the other dogs. He’s spunky, and even put Sable, aka “Ms. Alpha Dog Wannabee”, in her place on the first day. I don’t think Sable was expecting something so small to growl at her, but she did stick her face right into his. On our first day of fostering, Charlee was around tons of young children and was sweet and loving to anyone who wanted to pet him. He’s around cats, which he approaches with a little interest before moving on to the next thing.
Sable has the patience of a saint.
We’re working on house-training, which is so much easier with other dogs in the house. Charlee is smart and catching on quickly. I say “Let’s go out” and he runs to the backdoor. He’s even barked at me to let me know he had to go out. Outside, he tries so hard to keep up with his foster sisters, moving his little legs as fast as they will take him.
He’s faking it.
How Charlee is not adopted is a mystery to me. Honestly, if I didn’t already have five animals in my house, one of which who has medical issues, I’d keep this little guy. He’s gone to several adoption events but he keeps coming back home with me. Charlee would make an awesome family dog. I have a theory that he’s sabotaging his adoption events by sleeping through it. People aren’t seeing the Charlee I see at home, the rambunctious puppy looking for adventures.
