Last Saturday was a very busy day over here. In addition to making a faboo birthday cake for a good friend (more on that later) we brought home not one, but two brand spankin' new foster dogs. Since they were arriving on separate transports at the same time, the hubs and I planned to tag team this one and each retrieve a dog.
First to arrive home was Hancock. He's a red merle (mini?) Australian Shepherd and is about two years old. He made a nearly 300 mile journey from Hamilton, Illinois to arrive with us via nine very awesome people who assisted in transporting him and several other dogs from certain death in a kill shelter to safety in various rescues. He was picked up as a stray, but is clearly used to living in a home. He is very sweet and likes to give hugs and kisses. He's housebroken and doesn't mind the cats. The cutest thing about his is the way he lays down, with his little back legs splayed out behind him! Maybe Hamhocks would be a better name than Hancock!
Scheduled to arrive not long after Hancock was Casanova. When I went to get him some of the other volunteers at my rescue informed me that my new guy had ripped out the stitches from his recent neutering and that he would (obviously) need to get sewn up again before I could take him home. Apparently he chose not to play car games with the other dogs on the trip over from Winchester, Kentucky and thought undoing some surgery would be more fun.
Despite the open wound, Casanova was living up to his name by giving out kisses and taking belly rubs from anyone who would give them. He's an Australian Shepherd, I think with a little Rottweiler mixed in. So while he was getting sewn up again I headed back home to finish the aforementioned cake and Thomas went to pick him up when he was done. The poor guy was still so knocked out when Thomas got him home that he couldn't even stand, just lay there are wag his tail. But Nova (Casanova is really too long, so we're shortening it) is feeling much better and now proudly wears his cone of shame. Although we're thinking about renaming it the cone of destruction, because he is constantly knocking things over with it! Nova's got a great personality; he's very confident and friendly and loves everybody (and may love the cats just a little too much, but at least he knows they're not snacks!).
Yesterday Hancock and Nova actually started wrestling and playing the yard together instead of just coexisting. It's very exciting to see them settling in and having some fun!