Monday, June 3, 2013
Here's my new foster Monet.
I'm not so sure about her yet because she doesn't know how to play. In fact, she doesn't even know how to live in a house. Don't get me wrong, she doesn't potty or anything gross in the house but she just isn't very comfortable.
She's six and lived outside on a chain her whole life.
Tomorrow, she'll go to the groomers to get all her mats out and hopefully they won't have to shave her (but we don't have high hopes for that).
As always, I'll keep you updated on her progress.
Training, training, training,
Nora B. Webster