Today is the day I am going back to meet with Ralph and Thor. I’m ready for them. My foster mom let me sleep all morning long until it was time to leave. I’ve got all the puppy power. She has packed all my toys, food, and stuffed me into the stupid tiny ass crate in the back seat. If it wasn’t for it holding me hostage, I’d be driving this car. We pull up to the front of the house and wait for the trainer to arrive. You all know Ralph was a dick the last time and the rescue wants to make sure there are enough human hands to pry his jaws off my head if needed. The trainer lady does not disappoint either. She pulls right up and comes packing an air horn! She’s going to blow the ears right off Ralph. That’ll teach him.
Trainer lady, foster mom, and new fam decide to meet outside in the yard with no leashes. Are they trying to get me swallowed like a scooby snack by Ralph? I guess this is my queue to show Ralph and Thor just how fierce and confident I am. If anyone is going down, it’s them. I’m cute and pint sized.
We end up running around in the yard, playing ball, eating lots and lots of treats. Seriously, the trainer lady ran out of treats because bully Ralph ate them all. He stalked her the entire time and pretty much ignored me. Which in the end, I think it all worked out because we were allowed to go into the warm house to play and drink lots of water. My foster mom hid water from me because I apparently have bad bladder control.
Thor was really nice and let me pounce on him, Ralph was way less growly, and he didn’t wrap his whole mouth around my head. Everyone agreed I would stay with my new family once my new mom paid the adoption fee. There was some talk about vet appointments, flea and tick meds, my sleep schedule, spaying and what type of breed I might be.
I am now the proud sister of two furry brothers and two non-furry siblings. My new mom and dad are following every paw movement I make. Helicopter parents already and I have been here for like 3 seconds. Help!
Epic Tails of Layla Jane 