The Pet Fair

Saturday was a pet fair day. A day where I take all of my foster dogs to the local mall to be hopefully adopted. So bright and early I was up bathing all six dogs. They for the most part were not to happy about this part. By the time I am finished, I am soaked (on the bright side, I should not have any fleas or ticks for some time), the shower curtain has a few new holes, the bathroom is very wet and hairy and the dogs had to be tied out so that they would not roll in the dirt. That took about four hours. Next we load the sweeties into the dog box. Another part that some of them would rather not do and dog wrestling is not my event. Fifteen minutes later everyone is loaded safely in the dog box and we are on our way. We get to the mall and start taking the dogs in. For some reason, the glass doors scare some of the dogs and the rest are afaid of the tile floors. Twenty minutes later and two Turk "accidents" all of the dogs have been coaxed in and placed in their kennels. The Ohhhs and Ahhhs start. "Isn't Otis so cute and cuddley?" "Whow, Layla is so pretty!" "Why is Missy's tail like that?" "Turk's eyes are so cool!" etc. We take each dog out in turns to be petted and walked. The dogs eat up the attention. Layla was in heaven there where no less than 5 people seriously looking at her to adopt. Unfortunately, none of the dogs were adopted. It makes me so sad. Each of these dogs are great! I would be happy to keep them myself, but it really isn't fair to them. With fifteen dogs the foster dogs don't get much individual attention. Turk has been taking up the majority of my dog time, not to mention the two stock dogs training is ongoing. I try to spend at least 5 minutes a day with each dog, but lately that has been very difficult. I just want to find homes for them that will love and care for the dogs. The longer they stay with me, the harder it is to let them go, but I know it is for the best. The attached photo is Otis smiling and Missy posing.