Gigi was one half a sweet, cuddly delight - the other half was a tornado of rip-n-tear destruction, along with a biblical lack of housetraining. Happily, the floorboards are indomitably laquered, and my supply of Mr. Clean inexhaustable.
I had specified I wanted a housetrained dog, but the HS called me in a hurry, saying that they had an urgent need for a foster. "How Bad Could It Be?", I thought.
Many exasperating days where I felt overtaken by the gargantuan, crazed de-luxe B-movie spirit of Mommie Dearest followed many sweet nights of lovely snuggling. She even slept picturesquely.
She was adopted quite quickly before my opinions, or flooring could be tarnished. So, all in all, a good experience.
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