As it turns out, Marble and Magick are like two peas in a pod. The three dogs actually walk BETTER on leash, than when I just had the two. Magick doesn’t pull as much and Marble needs to be guided by the others, because she just doesn’t know what to do or where to go when it’s just her and the mommy.
So, I wasn’t impressed at all with rescue organizations and decided to write them off and stick to shelters. Until I saw Marble’s pathetic face on your page. So I made an exception and, let me say, you guys are SO well run and coordinated. Communication has been beyond good, from every corner of the organization I’ve come in contact with. You guys are just a really class act and restored my faith in rescues...well, kinda. I’ll just call you an exception for now. I’m a tough consumer.
10/4/12—Marble’s foster mommy fell in love and was afraid to send diary entries over the past week, because she was afraid someone would want to adopt her little girl. So today she made it official and adopted her. Somehow her foster siblings understood and the energy has shifted in the home. It’s funny how everyone seems to know. All the mommy did differently was sign a piece of paper. But Magick Moonbeam has now begun to clean Marble’s ears the way she cleans her brother’s. Marble, who used to sleep through morning snuggles, has now begun to participate. And Kizzie and Magick Moonbeam, who used to just hide when Marble would steal toilet paper from the bathroom and start chewing on it, now come tell the mommy so she can stop the madness before the living room is, once again, covered in huggably soft Charmin confetti. Oh, and one more thing. Marble would like her fans to know that she’s changed her name to Mystic, partly because her mommy likes hippie names and partly because of the special talent she has for boring into your heart and soul and never letting go.