It turns out I'm not great about updating this blog. After Pretzel, I fostered two more puppies - Wesley and Robin. They got adopted and are doing great.
Then a puppy I fostered one year ago yesterday was returned after ten months. Enzo. The cutest little guy, but the adopters said he kept going after their cat and injured it. I took him back, talked to another adopter who decided she wasn't ready, then took him on a meet with yet another adopter. It wasn't a fit.
Enzo, now 14 months old, is the cutest little guy. I mean little. I did a DNA test and he's 82 % Staffordshire Terrier, 9% Bulldog, and 9% Pitbull. No Boxer whatsoever. Which is fine. Because he fits in well here and we love him. We adopted him and are very happy.
Then, I fostered a puppy that came from a shelter. Despite him only being 10 weeks old, they'd neutered him and intubated him. We thought his cough came from irritation with the tubing, but when it didn't go away and he started refusing food and water and became lethargic, off to the vet we went.
Turns out he has pneumonia. And anemia from a super load of worms. I've been to the vet six times so far with him and am taking him back tomorrow. He's had X-rays and bloodwork and fecal. He's been on Clavamox (antibiotic) and Prednisone (steroid) and Albon (dewormer) plus got Panacur.
We go back tomorrow for more X-rays and bloodwork and a fecal to see how he's progressing. It's been a long, scary road. At one point he was so ill that I feared I'd lose him.
He has a family waiting to adopt him once he's well and I'm keeping them updated. He's super cute and sweet and smart.
I'm exhausted. But I'll survive. And so will he.
