These father and son dogs (who I named Peanut and Zorro) are with my friend Jeannette. They are technically survivors of the fire as well since they were fosters that she took in just days before the fire, and they were the ones I was helping her with when I was out of the house that morning.
Bonnie was very patient when I gave her a thorough bath and trimmed her all over. I’ll give her a real grooming once I get my grooming supplies fully replaced in a few days. I’m so proud of her for easily navigating up the staircase despite being vision impaired and getting a little more confident in coming down the stairs. Ironically she climbs the little hill in the backyard and back down without hesitation, but the carpeted stairs give her pause.
Happy to be fostering a vision-impaired dog, Bonnie, who was in the HSNB shelter for about a year. Those who know me know I have a soft spot for blind dogs like the two I recently lost among the five that tragic day. Bonnie seems to have accepted me into her fold and her love of other dogs will hopefully soon be reciprocated by Snoopy, who is clear on his boundaries, but who is also more than tolerating her!
Foster dogs (father and son):
Proud Pancho under the Piano grabbing a small Patch of sun today.
Two blind dogs and their bones (although Snowball was momentarily distracted from his):
