Rescue me…

Yesterday afternoon, Nicole, Kayla and I went with my BFF, Annie, to rescue some basset hound puppies.  After Annie’s daughter, Lisa,  recently adopted a rescued basset hound, she and Annie have become foster “parents” for other basset’s in need of rescuing.  These puppies came from a puppy mill somewhere in the midwest.

Now Annie had been told these puppies – three of them – were six weeks old.  She was envisioning carrying them around in a cardboard box.

Turns out the puppies – did I mention…three of them – are twelve weeks old and would have eaten any cardboard box she might have brought with her.

I had the camera, of course, so I didn’t get a puppy to hold.  Kayla, Nicole and Annie all got puppies to hold.  There were two females and one male.   After the three puppies, two teenage girls, and two adult women all got settled in Annie’s Malibu, things were fragrant to say the least.  It was the puppies….honest!

 

Everyone picked their favorite….this little girl was Kayla’s favorite.  She was also the dominant dog and had lots of energy.

 

This mellow fellow – the only boy in the group – was Nicole’s favorite.  She wants to keep him and name him Bayard after the dog in Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland.  I had to remind her we already have two dogs and that’s plenty.

 

This is the third puppy – the second little girl – resting comfortably in Annie’s arms. 

The puppies are headed to Annie and Lisa’s to meet their foster brother, Baldwin, and foster sisters, Trixie and Wrangler.  Baldwin is the rescued basset,  Trixie is a Dachshund, and Wrangler is the old matriarch of the group who wonders whose bright idea all of this was.  The puppies will be at Annie’s house for about a month while they complete their shots and vet care before being adopted out to other loving families. 

Hopefully, Annie, Lisa  and their house will survive the experience.