Ok...here's the full story...I was waaay too tired last night...
Our director is out of town (let's call her C), and therefore, L (who's like second in command) is in charge.
She gets a call at 8 PM last night, from a woman saying she needed to give up her Sheltie. They talk about the dog for awhile...what the dog is like and such...then L says "Well, we can coordinate a time for you to drop her off tomorrow-", and the woman goes "No, I need to get rid of her tonight. Right now. Otherwise my boyfriend's going to take her to the humane society right now if you don't take her."
So, knowing that the dog is ten, and that the humane society would put her down before you could say "senior citizen", L agrees to go pick up the dog, whose name is Missy, and she figures that she'll just keep her, considering she only has her dog, and one foster.
Well, L gets home, introduces Missy and the foster (who's a puppy)...they get along fine. Introduce Missy to her dog...not fine. Her dog went after Missy, if her dad hadn't been there, her dog would have killed her.
So L crates her dogs, and then spends the next two hours on the phone with all of our foster homes, and nobody wants to take her.
So she calls me last, in tears, because nobody will take her, and she can't keep her past tomorrow morning...so I said yes.
Miss Missy arrived this morning at 6:30 AM. She's a total doll - a little scared, but very friendly and quite the cuddler! She's currently in the kitchen, so she can see the big scary fosters outside, but she doesn't have to interact with them. I introduced her to Flicka and Pepe, and that went really well, but I'm keeping her seperated from the fosters for now - considering most of them haven't quite learned all their doggy manners, and sometimes they can be very "in your face" about it...
So far, so good...
-Rosefern