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The Brady Bunch came to me just two days after Belle left our home. While I expected a short break, the universe laughed at me and said “here are 8 puppies who are three weeks old and need someone to care for them!”. And of course I took them. All 8 of them. Everyone teased me about all the work it would take and really, it is a ton of work, but who else is going to do it? I don’t have kids and I work from home so I’m the perfect candidate for it so I stepped forward and took them in.

When they first arrived some of them weighed less than a pound and now they’re bouncy, playful, “real” puppies. Once they turned 8 weeks old they got split up into several foster homes to give them more individual attention and give me a break. Except Little Mikey…

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We love that little dude (though we loved them all) and decided to foster him until he found his forever home. It helped ease the sadness of saying bye to the seven other puppies. I swear, you’d think I had birthed them myself with how protective I was of them. When the other pups left Mike became besties with Mila, our pittie who is picky about who she likes to hang with. They were constantly playing and I was constantly telling them to “chill out” because I couldn’t concentrate on work. He was the best snuggler and quite honestly, the perfect puppy. We joked that if he wasn’t Mike Brady, he’d be Michael Jackson because he had one white paw (aka glove). This past weekend while I was out of town and he was staying with another foster he went home to a family with a little boy. The thought of them growing up together makes me so, so happy and makes up for the fact that he’s no longer part of our family and that I didn’t get to say bye.

And just like last time, I won’t have to dwell on the hole in my heart that these pups left because I’ve already got a new foster. Next up, Agnus, the pit who got hit by a car and need some extra love and care. I just can’t say no to a pup in need.

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