A Little Princess

I have been fostering kittens continuously for about a year now.   I have had two dogs in that time that I fostered.  One puppy I kept over night and she was adopted at Petsmart's Adopt-a-thon the next day.  The other was a little hairless terrier that we called Wiggy.



She was a doll who went to a recuse after a couple weeks.

Yesterday I went to the shelter to get a kitten some meds and walked in to see a one of the workers holding this little girl.


Can you stand it? I couldn't! I said, does she need a foster home?  They said yes, they'd received about 40 dogs in the past three days and were out of room.  She was in a crate in the garage area because they had run out of room.  No way I was letting that little doll baby sleep in a cold garage over Christmas. ;)  So I brought her home.   And I'm trying very hard not to fall in love.  I'm not sure it is working.    The woman who surrendered her mentioned she was part papillon.  My dog is a papillon rescue and my mom had a teeny papillon about the size of this girl.  She has the fragile structure of my mom's pap at that age and some extra hair on her ears, but she also looks very dachshund to me.  I looked online and found there is an English Cream Dachshund, so I think that might very well be her other 'part'.   It is such a cute combination.  It reminds me of a teeny Saluki which is one of my favorite large breeds.

Be forewarned....cuteness overload:



She's a blur!




Kittens are considered old enough for spaying and adoption at 2lbs.  She's as small as the kittens I foster.  My big puffball, Sylvester rubbed his head on her right way, welcoming her to the house.  Have I mentioned how much I love my cat?  He's soooo sweet!!


I get you, kitty!






Go, girl, go!


As I said, she has the structure of my mom's little pap.  To make a long story short, my Dad did not want a house dog.  Of course he fell in love and he adored her, but he was kinda mad when mom got her without asking.

My mom passed away from breast cancer and about a year or two later the dog, Cricket, passed away too.  After that Dad was on edge that we'd say he was lonely and get him a dog without his consent.  He said they were too much work.  And when he comes to visit he tells me my foster kittens are too much work and that people didn't need animals, because they are too much work.     And for my birthday he gave me some cash and said 'go crazy'.  This is pertinent and will make sense in a second.

So you see, in a few days when we have Christmas together I must take the puppy.  And I have to freak my dad out.   I will either say,  "Hey I spent the money you gave me on a dog", which will upset him or (and I think this is it) I'll put a big bow on her neck and say "Merry Christmas, Dad!!"



Either way, it will be a Kodak moment. ;)