The “Louis dog” story… a MASSIVE Pet Fostering Experience.

Brighton beach, UK.

Once upon a time…when I decided to be a Pet fosterer…Well I had agreed to receive a Bull Mastiff called “Louis”. It was a Monday morning (I think) about 10 am. I had a call from the fosterer coordinator just 30 min before she arrived. She just said “Hello… blah, blah, blah…we will be arriving in two cars”, Then I thought “Ohh Jesus, #@!!% TWO CARS???” What type of animal is she delivering? Well, she had talked about the size, and I had seen photos of hairy Louis, but well, I was expecting a normal sized animal. Anyway…(after the longest 30 minute wait of my life) finally I heard the buzzer…

Then, like something out of “Jurassic Park”, I heard the sound of big feet banging up the stairs, BANG! BANG! I was preparing myself for the worst! A dog the size of a mammoth or something like that. I managed to open the door despite my trembling hands and then I saw his wrinkly face angled to the left as if to say hello…and then I fell in love for ever. Sigh! Louis was the perfect dog from the beginning… walking on the beach, playing with the sea foam (the dog, not me!).

However, I do have to say he wasn’t always so well behaved. He once ate a whole PINEAPPLE, a wooden spoon and a saucepan in one sitting. I also took him to the vet to get his vaccinations, micro chipped and neutered (not so much fun for him, of course). As a result of the time I spent with Louis, he became healthier and happier (and me as well, after walking twice a day every day, you sure get fitter!). I am sure this was a source of comfort to his owner when I gave him back after three happy months. whant to start a Foster carer?

...So, at this point you will probably be asking yourself, how big was he? Well judge for yourselves.

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