i came into the kitchen yesterday and ryan was holding caspar in his arms. caspar had that droopy, moist, ever suffering and "finally someone noticed" eye thing going on where he looks quite content but at the same time even more pathetic.
he is of course the quintessential poodle...born and bred to be a loyal and faithful companion to someone more appreciative than me. he makes me laugh..the accusations that dog can send without uttering a single word....he reminds me of my mother.
and here is the thing about caspar...it is his own freaking fault that he is stuck at saints, feeling unappreciated for his unique personality and skills in the proverbial crippled herd.
finding a home for a diabetic is hard enough...finding a home for a little pissed off diabetic that snarls and rages thru his muzzle during twice daily injections is reaching for impossible.
i am really quite fond of the little bugger, and i think he is somewhat fond of me too...when i have time to let him do his job the way he feels he should.
in the between times, he can self actualize on his own...on rainy days mo, ko and wendy will carry him around and dry him in their warm coats, laura will think his blood sugars are low and take him in for an extra snack, kathy k will snuggle with him and make sure he is always well groomed, and now ryan will hold him close and kiss his little nose.
but his looks of "see...this is what i need, you stupid human being" towards me at times, reminds me..i really do need to find him a home and a person of his own.
anyone know anyone who is not afraid to have to twice a day muzzle and poke the little beast?...the rest of the day and night, he is sweet and nice.
Do you think Sara (Chance's Foster Mom) would adopt me? Because I want his life! 
welcome back brenda! ive a favour to ask you...can you email me? jrnation@live.ca. thanks!