Jemma

I got a foster dog. It came out of nowhere. Terrah called me about her a couple days ago, I met her this morning, and now she’s sleeping next to me. I’ve been wanting a second dog for a while, but have been afraid to take the plunge. I’m still not really taking the plunge though, so I shouldn’t worry… I’m just fostering her, and we’ll see what happens. When I fostered Haley, it was with the intention of adopting, but I think now I can actually foster for the sake of fostering… until they get their own home. And well, if it turns out that I end up being the home, that’s okay too, but let’s just take it day by day. There are still a lot of hurdles to overcome…

She didn’t really have a name, so I’ve decided to call her Jemma. She’s a chubby little Aussie mix who was found in Fredonia, the shoddy little town just across the border. Fredonia Humane Society picked her up last week, and Terrah, who volunteers there regularly, gave me a call.

She really does look a lot like Haley. That’s probably why I fell for her. The two are getting along well. Jemma is very submissive and hasn’t quite gotten the playing part down, but she likes Haley. She’s scared to death of the cats, but the cats aren’t of her, so I’m sure it won’t be long before she calms down around them. Anyway, we’ll see what happens…

ps: top right photo by Terrah.