Foster

Brittany, Bentley, and I were taking a leisurely walk last night when all of a sudden Bentley became enraged with a nearby bush. Normally, this means one of two things. One: another dog has peed in Bentley’s bush or two: the bush has done a very very bad thing and Bentley must conquer it. Needless to say I wasn’t paying much attention and I started pulling her away to defend the innocent bush. The bush was fine but I started noticing a very strange noise coming from it (The Bush). I came to realize that the bush was actually growling at Bentley. So, the bush wasn’t so innocent after all. I tried to investigate but Bentley was not having any of it so Brit went in to take a look. Lo and behold, out pops a pup. She was very sweet and loved giving Brit kisses. She even started giving Bentley some licks after a couple of hours. I ran to the store to buy puppy chow and to start figuring out how to get rid of it while Brit started in on the pup’s spa treatment. You see no dog can come into Bentley’s house without smelling nice.

I took Foster (The Pup) to the vet and she seems to have a clean bill of health. The vet mentioned that they had no pups in their adoption center and she would probably go within a week. Its funny how you can do a good thing and still actually feel like crap. That’s how I felt as I walked to my car without the newfound pup Foster.

On the brighter side, Bentley also got to go to the vet and she has lost 10 pounds. That’s right, 10 pounds. Thanks, in no small part to Brit’s Boot Camp. Now who thinks Bentley’s the fat kid in class? Not me, no sir. Also, Bentley realized something coming home from the vet; that being an only canine is a very good thing. You don’t have to compete for attention, share the bed with another dog, or get bit in the behind every time you go for a walk. When I got home from work and my restless night with Foster barking, Bentley ran up to make sure nothing little was following me. Yup, she knows she’s got the good life.