On Saturday, I picked up this little guy from the airport who arrived from a country pound about 1186 kilometres away.
I'm terrible at picking the mixture of breeds in dogs like this (and most rescues are, you don't see a lot of poodles slumming it in the pound - unless they're from dodgy breeders, don't get me started) but he is very tiny and cute, only 8 weeks old.
I'm not sure if we will be fostering him full time as we both work full time and he is too small to be outside all day with our boofa of a dog Ebs. At the moment he is living in the bathroom while we're out with a few toys and comfy comforts.
But we do get to name him which I haven't done yet for any fosters!
Some possible names being thrown around at this stage: Panda, Rambo, Muscles, Newman, Danger Mouse. We try and give unique and not the usual doggy names as most of the time there will be around 100 dogs looking for a family at any one time on our rescue groups books so if there are 5 Sams it makes things more difficult.
My kitten on the right there is Sabrina, a foster I decided to adopt and she is still only about 6 months old so he really is small.
We'd had a break from the fostering while I was away and we were looking after my mum's dog and I got used to not having the stress of wondering if cords were being chewed, the backyard destroyed, 4 hourly feedings, making sure the dogs don't get into the kitty litter etc etc.
I do enjoy the puppy cuddles though. And for the record that is not my arm below.



