Over one week ago, little Ava came to stay for a while. I haven't fostered a dog since Slick, and I was certainly not planning on taking in another life. But... :) This little girl had been fending for herself for nearly ten months at the recycle center with a handful of other castaways. She was pregnant with her first litter, yet was absolutely still a baby, herself. The vet diagnosed her with kennel cough, so someone decided to put her back at the recycle center with food, water and hay. That was the coldest night in history, and was not a good plan. So, she moved in with us.
The pregnancy, it seems, was all wrong. Ava was distressed Tuesday morning when I went to feed, walk, and water her. By 9:30 a.m. Ava was slimmer, but no puppies could be found. As Meg put it, they must have "gotten away." Whatever happened with Ava and her premature brood must have been for the best, because Miss Ava is getting to live life like a carefree puppy for the first time. She is healthy, active and playful. She will make an excellent pet for a lucky family. This little lady has found a second chance at life and a second chance to find a loving home. Welcome, Miss Ava!
