Finney finds a home.
On March 20, 2016, I picked up small, scared, neglected dog from the Front Street Animal Shelter in Sacramento, CA to foster. He’d been picked up by animal control and no one came to claim him. Thank goodness. He was a mess. I thought I’d have him for a few weeks before he was ready for adoption. During the first week, he barely moved. I carried him to the yard, to the couch, to eat and to bed. Slowly, he timidly began walking around the house. In a month, he was trotting. It was Patty the poodle who sent him running, toward her. She lives next door, and he fell in love. Patty gave him a purpose, and he learned to walk on a leash so he could to follow her. He became more outgoing with her and her two siblings. He learned to ride in a car, went on his first hike, had a party for his dog friends and began playing with a ball.
In the next few months, he learned to ride in a car, went on his first hike, got a professional grooming, had a dog party and began playing with a ball. Silent for more than a month, he eventually found his bark. At first, it was a small puppy bark, and then it became a full-fledged tough dog bark.As his confidence grew, so did his cuteness. Sometimes he looked like a lamb, a polar bear cub or a wind-up stuffed animal. On Friday, August 28, Finney went to his forever home with Lori and Mike Cox where he will have a playmate,
On Friday, Aug. 28, Finney went to his forever home with Lori and Mike Cox where he will have a playmate, Maggie and lots of love. It is rewarding to help a traumatized dog heal and find happiness. As hard as it is to let them go, I know he is in good hands.
Foster dog Finney’s intake photo.
He went hiking and dipped his paws in a mountain stream.