I have taken in a foster dog. Well, he’s not actually a ‘foster dog’. He belongs to a family member who had to make a speedy move and couldn’t take the big lug. While there was a home in place for him, life happens and the family member had to find an alternative. The family member asked me, and after thinking about it for a little while, I decided ‘ok’.
So, I went and picked him up.
He lived in California.
And gentle he is. My favorite trait about Gilby is how he makes these little noises that sound like a pig in the forest, sniffing out truffles. Too cute.
Even Isadorah loves him.
He and Isadorah have been very helpful as well. They make a terrific team.
I think we’re all going to get along just fine. 🙂
*Since the writing of this post, Gilby has lost his collar and tags. Oy vey.