Pulled: Friday October 7th, 2011 from Barbara Knight
Rescue commitment: Friday October 21, 2011 by Last Chance Animal Rescue
Meet Chester Ravenel, foster #44.
Scott has been on a business trip in Wisconsin since Tuesday. I picked him up at the airport last night.
Me: “So, we have the SAME number of foster dogs that we had when you left.”
Scott: “GOOD.”
Me: “We have a new one, though.”
Scott: “WHAT?!”
He was fine, when I explained that (1) Chester Bradley, one of Abbie Faith’s pups, was adopted (Yay for Bradley!); and (2) I got a phone call from Barbara, someone near my hometown, asking me to take in a stray.
Apparently, Ravenel wandered into Barbara’s friend’s yard and was being picked on by her other dogs. “We don’t want to take her to the local shelter, which is a kill shelter, but we also don’t want her to get hurt here,” Barbara explained.
“I’ll take her,” I said. “Of course!”
As you can see (above), Ravenel is a pretty girl, who seems to be part Golden Retriever. Arina was thrilled, since she says that she was missing Bradley (below), and that Ravenel looks like him, only bigger.
Well . . . bigger and a lot less wrinkly. But, because Ravenel is a 4-6 months pup versus a 2-3 month pup, Jack ADORES her. The 2-3 month pups are a bit too rambunctious for him now. Plus, Ravenel seems to be more of a Thomas the Train fan than the younger ones, and is content to watch Jack play for extended periods of time.
She interrupts the play only occasionally to give her favorite train conductor a kiss.
And Jack returns her affection by letting her lick the cinnamon and sugar, from his favorite Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal, off his hands.
So, don’t worry about Ravenel, Barbara. She’s in good hands. Literally. And thanks for your donation towards her vetting! I thought I would have to use the money donated by my fabulous friend, Elizabeth and my fabulous cousin, Jill for that, but your donation will cover the spay and the shots.
Now I can tuck Elizabeth’s and Jill’s donations away for future fosters Chesters S and T squared. But, that will be our secret.
Shh. Don’t tell Scott . . .
Fostering Chester 