Nicholas:  Hospice

I am so confused. I am such a good boy. I do everything I am supposed to do. I ALWAYS go potty outside, I come when I am called, I don't bark much and am quiet as a mouse in my crate at night. But somehow I ended up at a very scary place. They call it a "kill" shelter. I really don't understand how I could be left in such a place when I am such a good boy. But fortunately, those wonderful people at CTDR found me quickly and took me into their wonderful program. I am in a loving home foster home now. I get plenty to eat and I have some great dogs, and even a cat, to can play with. I still love to run and play in the yard and I really love time in my foster mom and dad's laps. They have cleaned my teeth so I have minty fresh breath. I understand they still need to get rid of the heartworms in my little body. So, I won't be ready to go to my new home until the end of the summer. What better way to start the new school year than to welcome a super sweet, senior doxie into your home??