I'm getting company. The four-legged variety. He just so happens to be eight weeks old. I'm a foster mom for a golden retriever rescue organization and he will be my newest charge.
Am I excited? Yes! I am smitten with any golden retriever, but a tiny puppy... well that's going to be heaven. I know, puppies are full of energy, into everything and aren't quite house trained.
But they are soft, sweet, and at eight-weeks of age, they also sleep alot {in your arms} and like to cuddle and play. So it will be fun, I'm sure. I'll keep you posted on this {golden love} story and of course I'll have pictures!
Update: My heart is broken... well, just a little bit. The puppy is not coming. Got a call this morning from the rescue group and the woman who was relinquishing him changed her mind and is giving him to her mother to care for. I understand, and as a pet owner, I know how hard it would be to give my Breeze up if I were ill. Hopefully all will go well and she will be reunited with him and his presence in her life will help her get well.