Preston

Preston!
The sweetest terrier mix there ever was.

I called Preston "Crash." He loved you so much, he "crashed" into you in an effort to be closer.



Preston was a stray for at least part of his life. He hadn't been treated for fleas and ticks until shortly before he arrived in Minnesota so he had tons of itchy, scratchy bites and to keep him from itching and scratching those itchy, scratchy bites, Preston had to wear a cone.

The dreaded Elizabethan Collar - or as we realists put it - the CONE. The cone brought with it new "crash" elements. Crashing into doorways, stairs, the backs of my knees...plus he had developed a nasty hot spot.

You can see the start of his hot spot

I didn't get a ton of cooperation from Preston in his wearing of the e-collar. But it got the job done!

This cuddle bug came close to being a "foster fail" (this is when the foster home adopts the rescue dog). It seems they all do one way or another. But he went to a great couple who will definitely enjoy him. And word on the street is - he might become one of those dogs that kids read to at the library! He'll do great as long as he can stop kissing them long enough to pay attention to the story!