We’ve had a flurry of furkids too. We fostered then adopted a beautiful little black fluffball, Meimei, who was taken from us much too soon. We then fostered four more puppies, sending three out to their forever homes. We kept the smallest, sweet natured Obi, who has grown from a skinny and scruffy barely-handful of puppy to a fifty pound snuggle-loving hound. Our old-timer pug Deuce has weathered the changes with his usual imperious attitude, but I know he’ll be happiest back in London snuffling around the heather in Richmond Park.
I’ll be sorry to leave Hong Kong, and especially sorry to leave our gorgeous sea view. I have 60 days left. I better make ’em good.