Thursday, March 22, 2012

I am a failure.

No, silly -- I have not failed in the ways of perfection. But I am a foster failure. That means that my foster mom cannot bear to part with me and is going to adopt me so I will be her official biological child, not just a foster pet (did I get that right?)

I bet you're not surprised. I am pretty irresistible.

And look what we got to celebrate!

But don't worry -- I will still be available to help other foster dogs and people and even foster cats. Next topic will be my class in learning Basic Obedience and Manners -- because even perfect princesses can still learn a few new tricks.

1 comment:

  1. For all you non-biologists out there(like Foster Auntie Anna): I did NOT birth the red-nosed princess!

    However, foster failure is the best kind of failure!