Needless to say, Rosita made us a foster flunkie. Everyday she would go to work with me and sleep under my desk, and she was a perfect size and of course adorable to go be my shelter dog on educational visits. Rosita would woo them at schools, meetings and other speaking events.
As soon as this princess was up for adoption I filled out the paperwork and made it official. We had a little girl. Of course the news of our first child in our annual Christmas card was misleading and disappointing to those hoping for a human grandchild. Though she made our commute of 9 hours back to Kansas much more enjoyable. We would share a tootsie pop and some french fries.
Rosita attended obedience and received a diploma but it was mostly due to standard procedure. She follows her own rules; sitting only when there is a treat involved and loves to fetch. At the dog park she would to go up to the biggest dog and say hello while my husband was busy running the other way.
I saw a friend this weekend who had told me Rosita was such a cute puppy she would grow up to be an ugly dog. . . .I believe her prediction is wrong :)
Then when we look at adopting again the first requirement is they have to past the Rosita test. Once I brought home a beautiful peach husky puppy who had been dropped off at the shelter. The result was too many Alpha female diva's in the room. My second try was a much better fit, my Chase. His adoption anniversary is coming up so next we'll be sharing his story!
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