yikes!

Foster Dog Mia hopes you have a terrifying Halloween! (and GO ROYALS! ~ yeah, we are rooting against any team that Clippard is on) 

Foster Dog Mia wants to know: Can You Hear the The Minion Where you Sleep??

Is a Minion like an Onion or a Bunion? Is the Beep in your Sleep to warn you that the Minions are about to be Creeps? Is the Pillow on the Head of the Guy in Bed because he drank something we might all dread?

Mia trolls for retweets to help her get adopted ~ that would be sweet.

Mia's Halloween Costume

Mia wanted to go as something horrifyingly scary for Halloween.  She has decided to go as a Nationals Middle Relief Pitcher!

The currency of a human and a dog is play.

At first, the human and the dog size up one another.  Who is this strange beast?  Are her intentions noble?  Does she mean to steal my squeaky toy?

The dog smells the human; he is unknown.  The human talks to the dog; the dog cocks her head but fails to understand.  They are unintelligible. 

But the dog knows common grounds.  She picks up a squeaky toy, and with butt sailing high and tail wagging wide, she taunts the human as a fiend invader of her territory.

He cocks his head but fails to understand.  She is ferocious and simultaneously goofy.  He jumps forward with one bombastic step.

She leaps for joy.  The human has understood.  She runs a tight circle around him, tail flailing.  No matter what ~ and everything depends upon this fact ~ he must not get the toy.

They negotiate the rules of the game.  It involves the chase.  And it involves an epic tug of war.  Practicing the "drop" command during the game is forboden and cheating in her eyes.  But she will do it for a treat.  

The currency of a human and a dog is play.  It is where we bond.  It is when we learn to trust.  It is how we learn to communicate.  It is when we learn to love.  

An Unexpected Foster Dog

Months ago, an unexpected guest entered our house: Mia the Staffordshire Terrier. Mia is a sweet puppy who, like so many rescue dogs, had a bit of a rough journey through the underground railroad of rescue organizations. She came to us filled with pent up puppy energy, ready to run circles around our yard. The first day we played, her tail wagged with such joy as she stole the toy and hid under the azelea. Since then, Mia and I have waged a never-ending battle over stuff teddy bears and indestructible rubber frisbees.

We have fostered some 80+ dogs. Every now and then one of them is special. One of them makes your heart sing. This is the story of Mia, our foster dog, as she continues her journey to her forever home.