Story of me (part 3): the foster dog tales

Once Stout was adopted by Bean's Dad (I still got to see him all the time as Stout's Dad lived right down the street), Mom got the next one of the fosters. Her name was Branwen.
She was a very pretty Husky, but as with all girl Huskies, she could be a real b*tch!!! (I know, I know, technically she is a b*tch since she's a female dog, but I mean that in the human sense of the word!!!) As you can see from the picture, she could have been a dogmodel (and boy did she know it).
She didn't stay that long as she adopted a really nice couple only a few weeks later, but she was there long enough to attend a few of my dogparties (here she is with Stout, me and Bean).

Unfortunately, as it is with the unreliable creatures that are humans, she had to come back to rescue due to no fault of her own. She did adopt a new set of parents though, and now lives (hopefully furever) with her new family.

After Branwen left, the next of the fosters came... this one only stayed for 3 days (he already had a family to adopt, but they had to pass the adoption tests), and I didn't get to play with him that much 'cause he was sick from being in dogjail. His name was Pippin.

Now, you're probably saying "Why, he doesn't quite look like a Husky!", and you're right! He was a Korean Jindo. You're also probably saying, "Why does he have lipstick kisses all over his face?" Well, that, my friends, is the result of the aforementioned Auntie HiDeeHo. She always used to do that to us, especially on our white fur since it showed up so well. Grrrrrrowwwrr... I hated it! I tried to destroy all the pictures of me with kisses on my face, but I'm sure there are some somewhere (my stoopid cousin Clemmie probably has them posted all over the Internet).

Anyway, Pippin came and went very quickly, and after him came (dum dum DUM) the evilest of the evil girldogs EVER...

(to be continued...)