Miniature Schnauzer Lacey the "foster failure"
Miniature Schnauzer, I totally fit in on the first night!
I came to live with my mom a little over three years ago. I was given to a rescue for no reason that me nor my mom can remember. I wasn't a troublemaker, or sick or anything, still aren't, BOL.
I remember my future mom (then my foster mom) and my future furbro, Shakespeare, came to meet me at my old vet's office. We hung out and sniffed each other a bit. Then my foster/future mom took me back to her house, and let me and Shakey loose in the yard and wow, that was lots of fun exploring.
I made myself at home that very first night, sleeping on the couch, BOL. (That's the picture of me sleeping comfortably in my new home).
Mom referred to me as her foster dog for a few days, but I fit in so well that she fell for me hard (Can you blame her? Look how cute I am!)
She kept calling me a "bright shining light" in her life. And I still am!