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I have been known to dress up my foster dogs to help attract attention to them in public and to make them seem approachable.


I have also never shied away from dressing up the dogs for Halloween…


I’ve taken some flack for dressing up my dogs – some people think it’s silly or dumb or whatever. It’s fine. I do it because it’s fun. But did you know that people 100 years ago were dressing up their dogs too? Daniel recently sent me this amazing post from PetaPixel of dogs from 1905. Bonus: they are bully breeds! Here’s one of the photos – currently archived in the Library of Congress.

via PetaPixel.

Check out the post from PetaPixel to see the rest of the photos – and just try not to smile!

How is it August already?! Seriously… I used to make fun of “old people” who talked about how fast time was flying, and somewhere along the way, I became one of them. Ooops. And now for the random…

1. It’s official. Our house is for sale. Now the fun begins…

2. Our house is in full Olympics mode. Turk is especially into the swimming, watching intently every time Phelps, Lochte, Franklin, Vreeland (from KC!), or Clary race.


Rufus and Turk, like Phelps and Lochte, are bros. And bros watch other bros swim.

Polly could care less about the Olympics. Unless napping is an Olympic sport – then she might be a contender for the Gold.


3. Speaking of cute doggies, look who is back from the vet and recuperating at home! According to Jenny, Ginger hasn’t left Aaron’s side since returning home. Something tells me he doesn’t mind though…

4. During a quick weekend trip to Duluth, MN to visit family, Daniel’s aunt showed me this photo of him. First of all, my husband was one ad.or.a.ble child – seriously so cute. Second of all, could he not totally pass as a 2012 hipster?! The hair, that tank top…it’s ridiculous.


More on our trip to Duluth next week, but for now, another random Friday is officially in the books!

Polly Pocket here to share with you about my limits. You may not realize this (apparently foster mama didn’t*), but some dogs have limits as to how much they can handle before they go berserker and melt into a puddle of drool and stress toots.


You see, the thing is that I am just getting the hang of being part of a family in a house let alone out in the big bad world! So while I am finally able to be calm and hang out with Foster Mama and Foster Daddy (and Turkey and Rufus), I get really anxious when we leave the comfort of Foster House. I see other doggies and I go bark, bark, bark to let them know that I am not scared but very TOUGH. Sometimes I even bark at doggies who I know are my friends, like Dante.

Yesterday I met up with Dante and his Mama, Amy of Fido Fetch Photography, at the Suds of Fun charity dog wash for the Humane Society of Greater Kansas City. Foster Mama had thought this event would be a good way to both get me a bath and market me to potential furever families at the same time. She knew there would be some challenges though, since many of the factors involved in this outing pushed my limits: (1) Lots of dogs; (2) Lots of people – most of which were not paying attention to me; and (3) bath time (shudder). As soon as we got out of the car I started bark, bark, barking to let everyone know that I had arrived and that I am very TOUGH. I thought Foster Mama would appreciate that I was announcing our arrival, but she looked really embarrassed. She even tried to lure me from my hyper-attentive state with hot dogs, but seriously? I am a terrier, lady…it takes more than a hot dog to break MY focus. So instead of walking around and sniffing other dogs’ butts (which was making me feel growly), we found a quiet corner away from the hustle and bustle where Foster Mama made me “sit,” and she petted me when I was quiet. When it was time for my bath, we had to take this twist-y turn-y way into the bath time building because she didn’t want me to bark or lunge at anyone’s dog. Once inside, I faced death in the face the dreaded bathtub. I made sure to give Foster Mama my surliest glare to show her how I felt about bath time. Then she tickled underneath my chin and made me smile just a little before letting Amy snap this photo – tricked!

After my brush with death bath, Foster Mama got me some brisket for being so brave and took me back to a quiet spot away from the other doggies and let me eat just enough to not get sick, but enough to make my tummy warm and full and happy. I was a little upset when she gave a couple of bites to Dante, but she told me that he was her favorite hot dog, and I needed to chill out.

After my brisket, I calmed down enough to walk around to look at the different booths for a little bit. Some people’s dog’s were on retractable leashes, and a few times those dogs were out reeeeeeaaaallllly far on the leash and would just get up in my face! IN. MY. FACE! But luckily, Foster Mama and Amy were keeping a close eye out for me so Amy ran interference with Dante a few times and Foster Mama knew to redirect my focus if I started to get growly. One time, she even redirected my focus with a teeny tiny pup cone from Sheridan’s(my new favorite thing). I love the ice creams but not the cone, so I gave that part to Dante. See? I can share.

When I finished my cone, Foster Mama felt like I had done enough for the day and chauffeured me back to Foster House.  She told me that I had “made some strides” but we still have a lot to work on. Walking around by the end of the night without barking or snapping at any dogs – good. Trying to hide between a hunky firefighter’s legs for three minutes because I was nervous – not so good. But honestly, can you blame me on that one?

* Foster Mom here – although Polly doesn’t think so, we do recognize that she has some boundary issues when out in public. I do want to help her work through those though, which is why I took her to this event. I was very careful to read her signs and take her away from the group when she was feeling overstimulated. The firefighter though – she beelined for him. Not sure what I could have done.

** Polly Pocket is still available for adoption – see her profile here!

Several of you have made comments about my affinity for redheaded foster dogs.


I never really thought much of it. I mean, it’s not like I really sought out redheaded dogs to foster. They just happen to be the ones who need my help when I am available to foster… right? Well… maybe there is more to it than I had originally thought. The other day Daniel emailed me at work to tell me about a really cool thing he’d found online called Doggelganger – “Human to Canine Pairing Software.” Basically, this software is utilized by the animal shelter system in New Zealand to to help humans find their Bowser, which is slang for a dog that looks just like them. He sent me a screen shot of the dog he was paired with…

A redhead with a black mouth and eyes…just like Polly Pocket. Daniel remarked, “I used to think you just liked to bring home the saddest cases…now I think you’re bringing home dogs that look like me!” Well, it certainly would explain why I love each of those dogs so fiercely – they look like Daniel, right? Because I was curious, I decided to see what kind of dog I’d be paired with…

Coincidence?! I think not. Apparently there is more of a science to picking your dog than I once thought! Go to Doggelganger to see which dog you are paired with, then let me know if you think it’s right.

* In actuality, there is a lot more factors that go into picking which foster dog will be the best fit for our lifestyle than just if they are our “Bowsers.” I’ll share the formula we actually use later on this week! *

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