7:00am
The sun begins its odyssey above our horizon. I can see the small spaces around my foster parents’ bedroom window start to glow. It’s morning but I want to stay curled in my warm bed for just a few more minutes – so I squeeze my eyes closed real tight.
Lately I have been sharing a bed with a small k-9 sibling. He’s very sensitive (*more like dramatic) and will snarl at me if I’m not mindful of his space. It doesn’t bother me, I just turn away and try not to let him see me roll my eyes.
Foster Mom’s alarm goes off and that’s my cue! Up and at em’ people!!! I bounce around as everyone starts their day with energy, butt wiggles, happy yaps and intermittent pit stops for snuggles. These days are so good! Everyday is a good day in my world!
Ever since I was rescued from The La Junta Shelter I have not been able to stop smiling. Even though I try my hardest not to think about it, someone in my past was really mean to me. Sometimes I can hear the humans talking about the scars on my back. It’s okay though because now I’m safe.
2:00pm
I spend most of my days home alone with my two foster siblings (they are also dogs). Mostly we sleep, but I have enough energy that I do like to look out the front window and patrol the backyard. Sometimes I see another dog out for a walk, and so I have to try to check in with them, barking through the fence.
I think I would really like a playmate. Foster Mom leaves out lots of toys and bones for me to play with which makes me very happy. It keeps me out of the trash and from eating those yummy boxes of Kleenex.
5:00pm
Foster Mom and Foster Dad are home ARROOOOO!!! I grab a toy and meet them with bunny hops at the door. I have to show off my perfectly developed Zoomies that I save just for this moment!
After dinner, Foster Dad grabs his skateboard and I pull him around the block. Foster Mom snuggles with me on the floor – she says I have the softest fur she’s ever felt. This helps me wind down at the end of the day.
9:00pm
Time for bed! I plop on my bed with a sigh. Though I am surrounded by love, and feel safer than I have before, I still know that I’ve been in foster care for 9 months, and this is not my forever home. Maybe tomorrow I will be adopted.
Want to know more? View Wynn’s bio, and the adoption application.