Rosita's Story

As we were in the kitchen baking up some delicious treats tonight we realized we hadn't shared with you Rosita's story. Our apologizes. The history is what got us to the present and we feel it is important to share. This will probably be at least a two part blog as Rosita has much to share, as told by Mom.

On April 8, 2005 I was celebrating my birthday by working; setting up our booth for the Southern Women's Show in Memphis. Previously in the week I had told our foster care coordinator I had been working at the Humane Society for about a month and I could foster a puppy if one was needed. That day as I was setting up for the event Kathy called and told me a puppy had been turned in and it was the cutest thing ever, could I foster it. . . .."Why not."

To preface my husband was in school still, I had just finished grad school and we were living in an apartment. Pets were allowed but we hadn't asked if we could have one. When I asked my husband if I could foster her, promising that after she had finished her shots and been spade she would go up for adoption. So it was really just a temporary thing.

"Jenny we don't need a dog!" was his response.

Well the next morning in my office was a 4lb furry puppy. The absolute cutest thing I had ever seen. I was told they had named her Shorty (that had to go) and her breed was part Rottweiler (at five years we think she is more of a sheltie/collie/chow/princess mix). And their reason for turning her in was that she was 6 wks and not house trained yet. Poor baby was limping too so we suspect she was abused. The couple who surrendered her tried to come back for her later and change their mind, not an option. (this photo is at 3 months I can't find her baby pics at the moment)

The first thing to remedy was her name. I don't have any kids and hadn't had a dog since living with my parents so this was a big decision. The cover story for the day on the Commercial Appeal involved the character and a picture of Rosita from Sesame Street. I'm a fan of the classic show and thought is was perfect name. Good-bye Shorty, hello Miss Rosita.

The rest of the day Rosita was with me at the Southern Women's Show. Everyone loved her and she still had puppy breathe. Intoxicating, I'm sure that is how some people feel about babies. A vendor lent me a papoose and matching visor for her (embarrassing and over the top but she was adorable) and it was a big hit in our Humane Society doggie fashion show.

When I got home my husband wasn't really thrilled but he agreed she was sweet. Her kennel was set up in the living room and when I went to bed Brett felt bad for her and turned the light to the fish tank off so it wouldn't keep her up. Needless to say she has been wrapped around his finger ever since. And another example of how I am always right :)