Annie

Annie came to Carol's foster home as a new mom. She was skin and bones and had been dumped in a field with her 9, 1 week old fat butterball puppies. It was obvious that someone had not been kind to Annie, but Carol was amazed at how gentle she was and how she let Carol handle both the puppies and her. When they were old enough Carol found new homes for the puppies. By this time she had managed to fatten Annie up a little and found her a home also. She warned the new owners about Annie's past and her fear and hoped that things would work well.

When I arrived at Carol's that day to pick up another dog Annie had been back for a week. She had seemed to be adjusting well to her new home, but after getting caught chewing on the furniture for the second time the man smacked her on the fanny and yelled at her. Annie immediately went and hid under the porch and wouldn't come out for a week. The owners felt terrible and took all the blame but felt that Annie would be better off in another home.

Carol admitted she had a soft spot for Annie, if she had room she would adopt her. She thought that Annie might do better being in a foster home where she had more contact with people and was allowed in the house. I went into her run and introduced myself quietly to Annie. After a couple of minutes she was letting me scratch her ears. Soon Madison and I get her loaded in the back seat and head for home.

Annie is very nervous and is panting rapidly. She's not really interested in the open window but shoves her way up between the front seats so she can lean on us. We're about 5 miles from home when Annie suddenly throws up in Madi's lap. While I found this funny, Madi decidedly did not!