We have a wonderful adoption to share with you, but we’re going to let mom Heather tell you the whole story of how this came to be…
“So, there's a dog you all may remember who came in at the beginning of December 2019, before all the Holiday hubbub. His name was Bruno, and I was his foster mom. He is a flashy, fawn beefcake of a dog with a snaggle tooth that always makes him look like he's asking for a Cheese Sammich. He fit in immediately with the household and since I was house-sitting my friend Julie’s handicapped dog Owen, too, and totally remodeling the entire downstairs, his laid-back and easy-going personality was a huge blessing. He listens well and while he's likely to try one on now and then, he accepts his place in the pack and is a happy camper.
Bruno has a bum ticker, unfortunately, and this was displayed when he collapsed in my garden one fine December day a couple weeks into fostering him. The vet couldn't find a murmur, but his white gums during the incident(s) means he's got something dreadfully wrong in there, probably Cardiomyopathy. He had a couple smaller incidents as the month wore on and it seemed like maybe he was getting worse. I had already been fighting to keep him in the "emotional box" I put my fosters in and had thought how nice it would be to just keep him anyway, so his heart issue clinched the deal. Before, when I thought he was super healthy, I thought I would be being a selfish ass-hat to keep a dog that was behaviorally a dog “Joe Public” could enjoy, since I tend to do fine with the more crazy ones. But when his bum ticker showed its ugliness and made him less likely to find a home that would want to have a dog for however long he has before he blows up...I thought FINE! I would keep him happy as long as he had beats left to beat in that big, goofy heart of his.
Those who know me, know how hard it was on me in the last year to lose Harlan, then my Dad, then Stryker, Lieutenant Percival, Bongo the foster, and recently the loss of Baldrick my Bulldog. So much loss and grief and change. Then, along comes this 80+ pound therapeutic wonder-pup!
He follows me everywhere. He guards the tub while I shower! He sits and waits while I do...whatever! He is good with my horse Trixie and my sweet Boxer Heloise and any fosters or other dogs we meet! My heart has melted for this dog. But I couldn't call him Bruno. I kept accidentally calling him Bongo. Then I nicknamed him Meathead (thanks Julie) since I couldn't change a foster's name but could never remember his name for three seconds after I wanted to call him. So, now that I have adopted him, I named him Hamish. Big, goofy, sweet, Hamish. He can spend the rest of his days roaming around the farm and holding down the couch with me, welcoming new doggie guests and being Heloise's best pillow and chew toy. Thanks, MLBR, for being so supportive of my Foster Failure!”
Congratulations Heather, Heloise, and Hamish! We couldn’t be happier for all three of you!! Thanks for fostering AND adopting Heather! You are a true asset to the MLBR family!