Ozzie came to me to foster along with his brother , Harry. Ozzie had a broken leg and was wearing a cast, which became a chew toy for the other foster pups. He was very playful, filling each day with a new adventure. From day one he knew how to talk to me and quickly decided to adopt me.
He became the foster brother for nearly 200 BREW pups. Being the great big brother he was, he patiently taught each pup to play nice without nipping and how to jump out the doggy door. He kept them busy with games of chase while I cleaned up the mess. He definitely earned his biscuits. His bubbly personality and gentle soul was there to welcome all potential adopters and foster pups for six years.
Then it was time for just us. He was my faithful friend and companion. No matter how long I was gone, he greeted me with a toy in his mouth, and a song and a dance. (Of course, that was followed by a treat.)
So many memories and funny stories to keep in my heart.
R.I.P sweet Ozzie. I’ll see you at The Bridge!