Earlier this week we got FOHA newsletter saying that Joi had got adopted and would go home this saturday. So right after my swimming class I went straight to the shelter knowing that the office opened at noon and I could spend time with Joi before the family would pick her up anytime that afternoon.

Joi's new home was a family of four with one other dog. They brought their dog to walk with Joi last week and both seemed to get along. They arrived while she was running around in the play area and I was picking up her poop. ha ha. I learnt that Joi was 3 years old and was at this shelter for about a month. The two girls were really excited. Joi's new name would be Tori.

Then the time she had to go had come the staff replacing my leash with a new one. A family got a new shirt for her as well. She looked cute and belonged while running to the family car. It's kind of sad but it's great that she finally had a home. Living with a loving family is definitely better living in a shelter.

Then I walked Alice, a sweet aunty doggie. She was the most well behaved one I got today. (Keep reading. You will find out soon!) We walked 2 full trails and I played with her off leash. It seemed she liked to have a person running into her. I made her jumping around and giving me her boxer smile a couple times.

Doodley was already walked but he kept looking at people with his big eyes.

Mickie was my trouble maker today. (I didn't have a chance to take his photo.) Again he was sitting quietly while I was opening the door of his run and getting the leash around his neck. And there you go. He pulled me through 30 minutes walk...run. I felt bad every time I pulled him back because the leash would tighten his neck and he had a hard time breathing. He made me fall on my butt today because he suddenly took off while we're standing on gravels greeting a couple who came to give treats to dogs at the shelter. Then while we're waiting for another volunteer bringing a dog out from the building, he unexpectedly took off to the opposite direction and my finger was bleeding from a leash cut. My blood was basically dripping. I probably spent 15 minutes looking for a band aid. Thank you FOHA staff for helping me find one. One of the staff said to me that he would be surprised if Mickie didn't make any trouble. But I bet he was great. He knew how to chase and catch a tennis ball. I just need to know him better.

I was planning to walk Molly today since I missed her last week. Of course I hesitated since she was also a puller and a runner just like Mickie. She was even bigger than him. I walked her two full trails and rested along the way. But she probably wanted to continue walking so bad because she jumped all over me with her muddy paws on my shirt and my arms licking me face.

I looked totally messy from head to toe at the end. But it was fun.

This week there would be seven dogs going home. That means we can save seven more dogs whose life was at risk. Please visit FOHA if you're interested in adopting one.

If the shelter opens during Christmas weekend, you will hear about these doggies from me. Until next time.