For those not in the know, a "foster fail" is what happens when a dog or cat who was only supposed to be a temporary foster is so lovable that his/her human just can't say goodbye, and he/she winds up becoming part of the family. So basically, it's the best kind of fail :)
I have been fostering for well over ten years. I have come close to adopting before, but never made the commitment. I knew if I did not adopt Molly, I would regret it, so she is officially a member of my family.
She is my shadow. Here she is while I am typing this post. I will never again go to the bathroom alone :)
Molly and Ernestine. Molly looks like a little peanut compared to Ernestine.
Here they suspect food may be close by.
Molly with younger son J. He calls her little puppy (but that is also what he calls Ernestine). He has the beginnings of his "winter face".
Older son Bill with niece's dog Izzy. They look pretty comfy, though Bill claims he was just resting his eyes.
Grandson Jake with his Uncle Bill. Jake is now officially taller than his dad.
I survived Thanksgiving. Thankfully my niece's hubby is a great help in the kitchen so he was in charge of the turkey and gravy. We had enough food to feed an army. I do not eat sweet potatoes, but Marly shared a sweet potato casserole recipe with me which tasted more like a dessert. I must say it was pretty good. You can find the recipe here. Thanks for sharing, Marly.
Thanks so much for stopping by.
Pug hugs :)