Fozzie's been hard at work lately to prove what a loving, cuddly, delicious big lover-man he is.
When my sister had no power for three days and was in need of a bit of cheering up, Fozzie was ready to oblige.
His signature move seems to be to put
his arms around a person's neck and just hold on, while attempting to
maneuver his tongue into said person's mouth.
Kind of like a really awkward first date, but cuter.
When my old boss and one of my oldest friends, Executive Director of the kickass conservation group WildEarth Guardians in Santa Fe came for a visit, he got the same treatment.
Fozzie doesn't care who you are, how you're dressed, or your gender, he just wants to be as close to you as possible and to put his tongue in your mouth.
Fozzie's an equal opportunity molester.
All these two and a half years, I've had Fozzie still up on Petfinder, thinking that maybe his ideal adopter would come along and offer him a place to live in the country with no feral cats to torment him, no senior dog to growl at him, and more space to run around.
Every couple of months, I'd hear from someone who definitely wanted to adopt him. My heart would sink, but I'd talk to them just in case, and explain how it was to walk him or have guests over, and I'd never hear from them again.
After speaking to the most recent prospect, I decided I was done. Its not the first time I've had one of these realizations about Fozzie, but this time I'm pretty sure its really for real.
It's exciting, joyful, and liberating to have made this decision! I feel like a newlywed or a new mom, with a brand new being to love and nurture.
I know, weird. I've had him for two and a half years! But its different when you're committed.