Happy Father’s Day

Happy Father’s Day to the absolute best dad in the world! My dad has always been there to support my fostering efforts. He is the one who watches the pups during the day while I’m at work, sometimes finding out for us the hard way what their “quirks” are :-). Thank you, Daddy, for taking such great care of my pups… and me!

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Hope everyone had a great Father’s Day spending time with loved ones!


Riding in Cars with Dogs

Since I take my fosters nearly everywhere with me, they do a lot of riding in cars. They’re usually sent to the oh-so-lonely back seat, and most have been great passengers. Baxter was the best because he would curl up and sleep for the whole ride. Honey Bunches is great in that he respects his position in the back seat, but he has yet to figure out that stability comes from sitting or lying on the seat. He’s usually playing surfer dog with his drooling face right next to my ear. But he is getting the hang of it.

Last weekend we had some gorgeous evening weather. What better way to enjoy that than to go for a ride in a convertible, right? I wanted Otis to come out with me and my brother, so we all piled in and – after multople rearrangements – found the perfect set up. Both humans sat safely buckled up, and Otis sat on the floor in front of me with his front paws in my lap. That way I was able to wrap my arms around him and make sure he didn’t go anywhere. He loved it!

We had a great time! Otie is officially a top-down lovin’ dog. Glad we can add that to the list of fun summer activities to squeeze in while looking for his forever home.

For more information on adopting Honey Bunches of Otis, go to his Adopt Me page to learn more about him and how to get in touch.


An Otie-Note to My FosterGrandpa

Yesterday was Father’s Day. Many of you probably celebrated surrounded by your loved ones, whether in person, in dog, or in spirit. I don’t yet have a forever family, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t have some great Dads in my life right now. I’ve already told you guys how much I like my FosterDad, but I haven’t really filled you in on my feelings about my FosterGrandpa.

My FosterGrandpa is very special to me. Word on the street is that he doesn’t exactly consider himself a “dog person” like his daughter is, but it sure seems like he is an “Otie person.” You see, FosterGrandpa works from home so we spend long days together while everyone else is working from not-home. He lets me out to do my business and every once in a while we take breaks and sit outside on the back deck together, soaking up the sunshine and the fresh air. I’ve even started going downstairs and hanging out in his office with him instead of my staying on my usual couch roost. We, ya know, keep each other company. It’s really nice.

I’m a lucky dog because FosterGrandpa does a lot to make life easier on Mama so that I can stick around. FosterMama knows that if it were not for FosterGrandpa and FosterGrandma, she could not take care of needy pups like me. I believe it was only a mere three days after my half-brother Barley passed away that FosterGrandpa started allowing foster dogs into his house and his heart, and for that I am very thankful. FosterMama says that it makes her happy every day when she sees FosterGrandpa interact with the temporary pups that come through their home – me included.

So, Happy Father’s Day to the greatest and hopefully only FosterGrandpa I will ever know! Thanks for taking such great care of me and sneaking me the good treats before dinner.

For more information on adopting Honey Bunches of Otis, go to his Adopt Me page to learn more about him and how to get in touch.