The whole herd of them got their first shots and heartworm pills Saturday morning (complete with 2+ hour wait at the cheap vet clinic). Monday, the tiny one, only weighs 7 lbs, but the rest of them are between 10-12.5 lbs., and all are healthy. We were quite the sight trying to haul them to the vet in two carriers and a leash.
Saturday afternoon we took the two black females, Saturday and Sunday, to their new homes. Sunday is now called Shika and is in a lovely home with a mom, a dad, a two-year old girl, and a 16 year-old Sheltie. She seemed to fit right in. Saturday is now called Pancho and is a companion to another black Lab, 7 month-old Lefty. They live with a male graduate student in the suburbs.
On Sunday, we placed two more of them. Monday, my baby, was the hardest to let go. His new home is with a grandmother, a mother, a three year-old girl, and a rescue Pomeranian, in the suburbs on the other side of the city. The grandma is home during the day, so he'll get lots of attention. They aren't sure if they are going to keep the name Monday, or do as the three year-old is insisting and name him Rabbit. Tuesday is the one my boss adopted, and we took him yesterday as well. His new home is with a dad, a mom and a 13 year-old boy. They have never had a dog before and are very excited. His name is now Strongbow, after Strongbow Cider, and he's to be called Bo for short.
I feel really good about all four placements. I feel pretty certain that they will all work out and the dogs and people will be happy. So now we are down to three, one blonde girl and two black boys. There is an application pending on the girl (Friday), and I think it will probably be approved. I am trying to think of ways to stir up more interest in the boys, as it would be great to get them all adopted out in the next week or so. If not, though, handling three of them is SO much easier than handling seven. I feel very good about the whole situation.