Apparently this will not come as a surprise to one single person, but we’re foster failures on our first try.
This little guy isn’t going anywhere, he’s already home.
The girls have named him Dusty, and he’s been very busy (between naps) getting familiar with the yard, the neighborhood kids, and all the best sunny spots in the house.
He’s just a love, and thinks every person and dog he meets is a friend.
After all that hard wagon work, Dusty needed another nap:
It’s so tiring keeping up with four people:
PS: We’re calling him a TeriPomeHuahua. It makes us smile.