Poor little Ellie. She’s got a serious sob story to tell and has been keeping us nice and worried since she got here! She had to have surgery right away after being pulled from the pound and when she came to us those bumps were all little abscesses caused by her stitches. She’s on antibiotics and healing slowly but surely. She is in need of some serious spoiling.
In the meantime, Ellie is very forgiving about the daft things humans do, and as you can see here she is 2 legit 2 kwit:
Well, we were hoping for another dog! A pity it happened in such sad, dire circumstances. But for now, the pitter patter of clawed feet once again chases the silence from our flat.
We don’t know very much about her. I got an urgent call that we had an emergency and this dog needed moving, stat. So I said “sure” without much hesitation. It was only with time that the doubts mounted, but I felt way too much concern for the whole situation to back out. “We’ll take her on and see how she does,” my partner and I decided, “and if for some reason it’s not working out we’ll ask to have her moved.”
So that’s that. Trial period with a dog called Ellie. So far so good! She’s very laid back in the house and sleeps most of the day. Much more our speed at the moment than the energetic puppy, that’s for sure! As long as she’s okay being left while we’re at work and nothing crops up out of the blue that we can’t handle, it looks like we’ve got another foster!