And Portia Goes Home

Today is the last one with Wee Portia. She's had some wonderful luck for a girl that had such a rough start.

Finally adoption day!

The family fell in love with her.  She put on a good show and did the "boxer stomp" including the bark! I let Fenway out of his crate and she attacked him with vengeance and actually knocked him over because the 3-legged boy was off balance. She showed them that she was a BIG tough boxer girl!

On the fifth of Nov. she weighed in at 9 lbs. 5 oz. When she was adopted on the tenth she had to be at least 10 lbs. The adopters only live about an hour from Tufts, so when she is spayed, and her cleft properly evaluated, they have that resource if it is deemed necessary for her to have corrective surgery.

Sunday morning when I opened the gate to the family room, three of my pack went right to her crate. I suspect they thought she might reappear overnight. They will adapt to her absence.  She was fun!

Portia Grows

Day two of our wee lady Portia.

As she grew, everything was a toy. I took a plastic bag away and put it where it was supposed to go and then she had it again because it made nice crinkly noises. I took it away again and when I looked for her, she was dragging my printer usb cable into the living-room! Even the leaves were not safe!  Bushes in the back yard were chewed, adult dog feet were nibbled, etc. All the while, she was being crate trained, toilet trained and had learned "NO" and "Good Girl".

Special Little Lady

I received a lovely note along with some special photos the other day. In fact it was actually three notes, with photos to go with them so we're in another part 1 today. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did when I received it.

I have been privileged to foster this tiny boxer girl.  She was born with a cleft palate, the vet refused to do her tail and dews and wanted to put her to sleep then and there. The owners of the litter refused and tube fed her until she could eat on her own. In spite of the vet saying that she was going to die anyway, she has thrived. She was kept with the rest of the litter between feedings. The vet had said "no need".  I'd be finding a new vet!

She weighed 6 lbs at 8 weeks. I had the honor of naming her, and chose Portia.