Bodi – The Reluctant Foster Fail

Bodi was born in Texas, where he was adopted into his first home. At seven months old, he was adopted again—this time by someone in Arizona. After four months, they turned him over to Rescue A Golden of AZ.

Enter “the Bobs,” board members and masters of gentle persuasion, who convinced me to foster this sweet boy due to a lingering paw issue. A couple visits to an orthopedic vet later, and we were on the road to recovery. Spoiler alert: fostering lasted about as long as his healing, because Bodi had already claimed his forever home.

At two years old, he’s the definition of calm (unless there’s water involved—then he’s all in!). He runs like the wind, swims like a champ, and somehow has a very specific distrust of boxes and plastic. Lawn mowers? Totally fine. Go figure.

Now he’s healthy, happy, and living his best life—a proud foster fail with a heart of gold.

Happy New Year! I’m Rosie, but call me Audrey…Hepburn, that is. I have her style. Everyone who meets me is charmed by the oh-so-chic way I cross my legs.

Mom looked for me for two whole years! My predecessor, Riley, was another rescue dog from Rescue A Golden, and from what I’ve heard he was truly the Cary Grant type. So suave that when mom wrote her memoir Riley figured prominently in her story…the golden guy who got her through medical mayhem and her introduction to widowhood. With Riley gone she now longed for another companion, and she searched and searched and searched.

Rescue a Golden made my mom’s dream come true. We are now a family, and beautifully suited for each other. I am a five-year-old retired mama dog. The mellow type. I am petite and weigh only 48 pounds. We live a quiet life, but I don’t miss having walks because we play with squeaky balls and have lots of mind games. Plenty of exercise for me, and easy for my mom’s back.

Here’s the best part…I get to be a studio dog. I have an extra bed in her art studio. I am the official greeter. The students are enchanted when I elegantly cross my legs, and I have them trained to bring me treats.

My wonderful Rescue A Golden foster family prepared me for kindness and love. My mom says I was worth the two-year search. We know we both have struck gold!

Mariah and her siblings were born into rescue on May 10, 2024. Momma Ella, a puppy mill rescue from the midwest, took wonderful care of her six girls and two boys.

Since Mariah was born on my birthday, well let’s just say the rest is history! She captured my heart from day 1. You see, I fostered this family for 9 weeks!

The name Mariah means: “rebellion,” “beloved” and “wished-for-child”. In reality she is named after my great grandmother, Amanda Mariah. My great-grandmother was 4’11” and raised 11 children in the foothills of northern West Virginia. Mariah is living up to her name, she is truly an independent soul who marches to her own drummer!

I should have known, when at 8 weeks of age she ate the puppy collars off of 2 of her siblings and we spent the day in the ER, that I was in for a roller coaster ride with her! She has also eaten earrings, torn apart an extra-large dog bed, discovered the kitchen counter and loves anything paper that she can tear apart! She has been more challenging than my last 3 male puppies, all put together!

Mariah is also very sweet and loving and spends her days playing with her big sisters Mia and Penny. She also loves playing with her sisters Margo and Bella, who live in Prescott. She runs like the wind and always has a big smile on her face!

Thank you RAG of AZ for bringing Mariah to us!