Zack D. Films+FollowJust Two Weeks," I Said The rescue coordinator called at 11 PM on a Tuesday. "We've got two Pitbull puppies. Five days old. Mom didn't make it. Can you bottle-feed them for two weeks until they're stable enough for adoption?" Two weeks. That's what I agreed to. I named them Pepper (the black-and-white spotted one) and Ghost (solid white with one grey ear). I set alarms every three hours. I warmed formula at 2 AM while they squeaked like little squeaky toys in a laundry basket lined with towels. By day four, Ghost wouldn't eat unless Pepper was touching him. By day ten, Pepper would cry if Ghost was out of sight for more than a minute. By day fourteen, the rescue posted their adoption photos. My phone buzzed with inquiries. "Is Ghost still available?" "Can I adopt Pepper?" I stared at those messages. Then I looked at the laundry basket where two tiny potatoes were snoring in a pile. I texted the coordinator back: "Pull the listing. I'm keeping them." That was four months ago. They're 30 pounds each now and still sleep in a pile. Worst foster failure of my life. Best decision I ever made. #fosterfail #bottlebabies #doglover #dogrescue #saveanimals Credit : Dogs Stories1056Share