Woody, the final foster

Woody went to a new home a couple weeks ago, officially as a foster but everyone wanted to, and intended to make it permanent. Today they did so. Having Woody, a pain-in-the-ass German Shepherd Dog as my final foster seems very fitting. It was by adopting a shepherd from Virginia German Shepherd Rescue that we first got involved with that group and we've fostered more shepherds over the years than any other single breed. He epitomized what is both wonderful and problematic about the breed. They are steadfastly loyal but also driven in ways that can make co-existence with humans difficult, to say the least.

I thought Woody had it made with these folks because they are experienced fosters themselves and have a lot of experience with the breed. They saw what I saw, which was a young shepherd in need of bonding and in need of direction. He has that now, and he received his first Bark Box today. I think Woody would have been a memorable dog when if he wasn't my final foster. He was here a long time, we failed him twice with placements, but made up for it the third time around. 

I'm always seeing people giving their dogs treats, toys, and pupcups, and I'm ashamed to say that I never do that with mine. I do try to give Bailey what she wants and needs most, which is time with me. And we do some fun things together, although lately they mostly involve yard work.

Bailey waiting for me outside the bathroom door.

Today I went through a box of stuff from my childhood, including my Boy Scout days.

I had many bandanas, but only saved this one for Bailey. 

I don't actually remember this one but its colors suit her well 

and the fleur-de-lis is appropriate for this soon to be French dog.