It was a choice between 2 and once we met our first choice, we were hooked. Meet Wrangler!
His story is a heartbreaking one. We have 2 military bases in town, one of them the largest on the east coast. Apparently, Mr. Wrangler here, looks too much like a pit bull to be allowed to stay on base with his family. The worst part? He was THE pet to a young autistic boy. And this dog was loved, you can just tell. All he wants to be is comfortable.
He walked into our house, took a little bit to sniff around then laid down on our rug and took a big sigh. Our pit, Becca, laid down gently beside him and they stayed there while our girls finished their lunches. He is gentle with them and gets along amazingly well with Becca and Bowser, which is a welcome relief after the animosity between Becca and our last foster, Electra. I was warned he's a jumper and he proved that to be true within an hour of being home by scaling our 6 foot privacy fence around our backyard! I caught him mid act though, through my youngest daughter's window, and was able to make it to the front door in time to call him over. He hasn't done it since, so I'm hoping it was just him being a bit nervous and making a last ditch effort to escape.
I have already begun mulling over him being our first "foster failure"....
UPDATE: He's ours!
I just couldn't pass him up. This morning I woke up to his head cuddled across my chest as he laid with me and our other 2 dogs and I knew that was it. We are officially a 3 dog family. :)
We will continue to foster. That was actually something Beth asked when I called her to see if she could put hold on Wrangler while we talked it over. Actually her words were "There is only one problem I see with you adopting Wrangler..... that you adopt too many dogs and won't be able to foster for me anymore!" I laughed and assured her we would still foster, but after this it would definitely only be one at a time.
Welcome home Wrangler!
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