It's Max here. I'm sneaking in Sammy's blog while he's snoozing. Just thought I should put in my two barks worth. I know some of my buds know what it's like to be a foster furkid. It's not easy because there is always the chance that you'll be rejected several times before you find a forever home and that HURTS. You always wonder, what's wrong with me??? Of course sometimes it's the dog that's already there that doesn't want you and the humans have to go by that.
I want you give you my side of the Sammy/Max situation. I'm a lot more mellow than he is. Such a hyper little guy! Are all you Wires like that? Anyway, he wants to play and play and play. I have to take a break now and then and he just hasn't wanted me to. But....
Yesterday after we went to the Pooch Playground, things got better. Mom napped a while after that (I guess I should call her Mom) and then she let us both out of our respective houses to play. She just let us have at it. She decided we could play Alpha Dog until we were worn out. Ok, so sometimes when things got a little rough, she taught us to play "stuff a kibble in it". That's a game where we get a piece of doggie food and that calms everything down for a little while. Anyway, somewhere in there, all of a sudden, I got up on the couch kind of sleeping over the back with my back paws on Mom and Sammy got up on the back of the couch right over Mom (she was lying down) and the three of us took a nap. Mom's a real napper. The three of us all together peacefully.
When Dad got home, he couldn't believe how much calmer the house was. Mom has some good ideas. Anyway, we still played hard last night, but we're not barking very much, we're not growling very much, we just wrestle around and play. This morning Mom walked Sammy and I woke Dad up to walk me. After that Sammy and I played race up and down the steps for a while before we started on the regular play day. We had breakfast together and I think we're going to be chums. I don't want to leave here. I like it well enough. Sammy is still Mom's doggie and I am Dad's kinda. But that's ok. We share.
Well, Sammy is sleeping and I'm going to rest. It gets crazy when it's play time. I'll try to sneak in every now and then and write something.