The dog rescue lady called me today and asked if she could drop a dog off at work around noon. Well, that would have worked out yesterday when the boss wasn't there but the boss came back today so I said I would pick the dog up after work. That meant I had to drive to the pound and look at all the sad doggies in the cages. I was glad to get one out though.
She is one year old, skinny Sharpei/Shepherd mix. She has a cough too and threw up in my truck on the way home, poor baby. I have medicine for her so she should be better in a few weeks.
My dogs greeted her with the typical dog greeting. So far Toto hasn't barked a lot. He watches her though and makes sure she doesn't get out of line.
The biggest reason that I don't want to quit my job yet is because I want to continue fostering dogs. It is fun, I've learned a ton about dogs and I have met a lot of people. If I ever get enough money to have a real house and yard I want to foster some of the mamas and babies. Time will tell if I can stand my job that long.