My names ‘little dog’, well it isn’t really ‘little dog’ but that’s what I’ve been called since I lost my family!
Please don’t think I’m a bad dog! I didn’t lose them, they chose to lose me, they moved to a house that didn’t allow dogs…I don’t know why they did that..I would never have done that to them!
A kind lady found out I was homeless, she took me to this place called a vet- I’d never been to one before- you see I’d never actually left my garden before- Foster mom says they should’ve called me Gnome!
Then another kind lady volunteered 5 hours of her day to drive me to Cape Town!! Ladies like those two, Foster mom says, they’re the real definition of beauty!
So that all happened in a day! I lost my family and met the world!
I was handed to Foster mom in a ‘Canal Walk’ lay by, I kept looking for my family, I shook and cried all the way to Cape Town. Foster mom asked me very nicely to please not pee all over her car, apparently that’s happened before, I promised her I’d be brave & try not to!
When we got to Cape Town I got taken to a park, my very first park!! So many new smells!! I met Ally, the Foster dog, she was sweet and licked my head when I cried! We went on a walk and I slept in her crate so I wasn’t lonely!
In the morning we went for a beach breakfast! Then my own little miracle happened…
A furry little white butt waddled past us & jumped into a car! Well this furry little white butt looked just like my furry little black butt and as Foster mom had no idea what kind of dog I was we ran after the car and yelled “sorry, but what breed is that?!”
Now it turned out fluffy little white butt was called Missy, Missy is a pure bred Sidewalk Special just like me and guess what?!… Missy needed a friend!
So in a record 17 hours I went from being an afterthought, a lawn ornament, a statistic! To being….ADOPTED!!
Foster mom didn’t even have chance to advertise me!!
Three days later and I’m now called Max, I have my new sister Missy, and a Mummy and Daddy who love me! I go to Doggy daycare so I never have to be alone, I have my very own special bed, and I’m even allowed on the sofa!
So thanks to the kind humans, the ones that joined the dots so I could go from being a garden gnome to being a pampered pooch with my forever family!
Fostering saves Doglets like me from becoming homeless or a statistic, if you’d like to try it please email: firstname.lastname@example.org
Over and out, Max.