The Foster Chronicles: Tulip, Week 24

Don’t know Tulip? Start here.

Day 1

It’s dark. By the time all of us see it, the cat luxuriating in the street gutter is a mere four feet away. Redford and Tulip are like, “DIBS ON THE NOMS. JINX BUY ME A CAT.” I manage to control Tulip, but in the melee, Redford ends up standing on his hind legs with his claws in my upraised forearm. I walk away from the cat, pushing him. He’s bunny-hopping backward. For a moment, I’m doing Krav Maga against my dog.

Big old welts in the flesh of my forearm when I get home. Asshole.

Tulip considers starting a band.

Day 2

After my airport debacle, Tulip gets to play at Auntie Wa’s house again. Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!

Day 3

There is couch-snuggling.

Day 4

I hear Tulip scrabbling at the door. When I open it, I see she has scratched two scratchy spots in the deck. Is there an animal living underneath my deck that she’s trying to get to? Because that’s what I need. An animal living under my deck.

CCB likes to have pictures of the dogs with their foster people so I attempt to snap a picture of me and Tulip together.

But Tulip won’t look at the camera.

I try again.

Nope.
No.
Huh-uh.
Close, but she won’t stop moving.
Come on.
Tulip, seriously.
I try smooching her into stillness.
“Oh, we’re smooching now?” she says.
Smooch.
Smooooooooooooooooooooch.
God, that was exhausting.

Day 5

Redford and Violet’s bestie Barley the Dog comes over for a four-day slumber party while her mommies are out of town. She learns the dog shuffle in a jiffy.

Day 6

In preparation for future travels, I’m trying to line up doggy-sitters for Tulip. She goes for a test-drive slumber party at a prospect’s house. (Don’t get excited; this woman won’t adopt Tulip because she has joint custody of a big female pit/lab mix with her ex-husband.)

I get a call about 8:00. Tulip’s peed on the carpet twice; do I have any suggestions?

Tulip! >:/

No, I don’t. Redford gets confused by carpet too (“It’s grass! But inside!”). I tell her just to let her out as soon as she comes out of the crate and every couple hours.

Day 7

I pick her up from the sitter. The woman says there were no more potty incidents after our call. Phew.

Tulip got hella cuter in the last 20 hours.

She IS. She totally is.

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3 thoughts on “The Foster Chronicles: Tulip, Week 24”

  1. what is wrong with wa? why does she not adopt tulip? and doesn’t your dad need a dog?
    come on, amy’s family, step it up here!

  2. Somehow the idea of Leighton with a dog like Tulip made me giggle. Don’t get me wrong…I’m sure he would love having Tulip around, but who would be taking care of whom?

  3. tulip and barley apparently have the same thoughts on cameras. DO NOT MAKE EYE CONTACT. whatever you do, do not make eye contact with the camera!

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