LaRue

Here is our new foster, LaRue, being subjected to one of the many baths he will be taking to soothe his pink and irritated skin.
If there is something more forlorn-looking than a wet and miserable Frenchie, we would like to see it.




And here's LaRue, apres le bain, sequestered in his exercise pen. LaRue, Rue for short, came to us after 6 years in a breeding facility and a very short time in a family home. He was so unaccustomed to freedom, having lived his life in a cage, that he couldn't adjust to life with a family. He was terrified of everything, including the children.


Rue's just begun to feel a little better. He has a crate and an exercise pen to keep him feeling secure, and he is getting little tastes of freedom to ease him into a life in the open air. He's even begun to enjoy toys after observing his foster family's dogs playing with them.




Everyday he makes some progress; he walks a little further into the house,
investigates a bit more and learns more about his surroundings.


While he is going to require some more medical care, including a dental cleaning, his foster family is limiting the stressors they subject him to, and they are taking his rehabilitation very slowly and carefully.


Frenchies were always meant to be people dogs. Rue is learning to enjoy human company and even presents himself for tummy rubs, now, just as the other Frenchies in the household do. LaRue is learning to be a real Frenchie, and we look forward to the day when his timidity is a thing of the past and Rue's fears and anxiety are replaced by the more natural and customary sense of entitlement and self-confidence, of goodwill and gregariousness that is the birthright of every Frenchie, particularly
The Frog Princess