* *
Last November, in the middle of the dinosaur play area at the mall, Seth and I decided to foster our third dog. Well, it was my idea as always but Seth's a good sport. Maximus was a thirteen year old Lhasa mix whose owner had passed away and surviving family couldn't keep him. He was an old man and the Uintah Animal Shelter knew he'd do better if he was out. We saw him in a Facebook post. We met him in the parking lot of a vet clinic at a transport rendezvous. It's so hard to guess what adjustment will be like for dogs who are getting to know your family, or us with them, for that matter. Most of our getting-to-know-you period was peppered with vet visits to remedy allergies and lots of food and med trials. The rescue group we foster with, Utah Animal Advocacy Foundation , is phenomenal at making sure their fosters don't stress the vet responsibilities so we can focus on making our animals feel at home. Since Max had been someone's before he seemed to f
