Brax

Ahhh...the many joys of a new foster dog! The sight of a big, hairy golden retriever bounding towards you. The sound of the incessant panting and pacing of a poor dog who has been uprooted from his home and is nervous in his new surroundings. The constant feeling of hot breath on the back of your legs because he follows.you.everywhere. The sight of tumbleweeds of golden retriever hair rolling through your living room. The feeling of a cold wet nose in your face as you try to sleep in on weekend mornings (not happening!).

Yes, we had a nice vacation from the world of fostering, but as of last Tuesday, the fun has started again! Our new foster boy, Brax, is big (86 pounds, NOT fat), hairy, sweet, clumsy, and has a tongue that I don't believe actually fits in his mouth (which results in lots of drool...on me, on the floor, etc. Nice.). He was given to the rescue group by his family because he knocked down a child while retrieving a tennis ball. (Side rant: Seriously? If you're throwing a tennis ball to a golden retriever, don't do it in the vicinity of a small child. The chances of the child getting knocked over are good to excellent. Common sense, people.) Anyways, he is a sweetheart who was of course not neutered and of course heartworm positive.

Big Brax. We sometimes call him Yogi because doesn't it look like if you met him while hiking in a national park, he would probably steal your picnic basket?

Uh oh...looks like Bailey is about to become the latest victim of his tennis ball chasing.