Bacon is a three year old beagle I’ve fostered for the last month. Not much of her background is known. What is known is that she lacks refinement and manners. Her belly sags from multiple litters of puppies. A past taken away the fur on her stomach recently shaved from her spaying surgery. She’s motivated by food and attention, mostly food. Bacon is not her real foster given name. Bacon is the name that was bestowed upon her. She responds to it, she hated her former name, Anna.
The little known pieces of Bacon’s background are this. She comes from Illinois, her rabies tag tells me so. She ignored her given name, Anna. She is overweight. Like chubby girls she uses food to distract you from the real emotional issue. She doesn’t have a home. She needs love. She is willing to do almost anything for food( but not that) including knocking you down or any obstacle you put in her way. Door, chair human, trash can, it doesn’t stop her.
Bacon is passive aggressive. Refuse to give her the last bean or piece of popcorn, she repays you by peeing on your rug. She once was so upset at me, she peed on my bed. Google that, it’s not because she couldn’t hold it in. Bacon’s aggression is not always passive. She doesn’t like to share. She would growl at at a dog interfering with her lovin time. Her growling hinted at a leery past, one involving dark alleys. If another dog stepped too close while chewing a rawhide, she sneered, growling. I imagine her on the streets with her bone, snarling at raccoons. She didn’t serve time in dog jail. If she did, it didn’t scare her straight.
Moments that brought her happiness where at 7:30 a.m. and 6pm, dinner time. She licked the bowl clean every single time. Out on walks her tail wiggled back and forth in delight. Bacon understood the simple pleasures in life, pushing a cotton ball up in the air, pouncing on it when it dropped to the ground. She features an adorable habit of putting her head between her paws. Her sweetness came and went with her moods but always she wanted your acceptance. Bacon knew a nap was always the solution. I will miss my little foster dog. I hope one day she finds her forever home.