The new man in my life: Monsieur Patapouf aka Patti.
He was dumped at a shelter in Montreal, pulled by CDR in December, and I adopted him a week ago. He speaks mostly French, but seems to understand supper, ball and treat just fine .He was being fostered in Guelph, went to Ottawa last Saturday, and then spent 3 days on the road (due to weather) coming down here. He arrived at 5:30 this afternoon.
You'd think he'd be exhausted. Nope. Hasn't stopped playing with his ball since he got here . Going to take some getting used to an active, older (he just turned 8) but not sick doggie!!!
A bittersweet day in a way, as one chapter finally closes, and another one begins.
Welcome home, little man.