When he fostered with us, his name was Stanley. When he found his mom, and his best bud who he calls Dad, he became Max.
It’s been 3 or 4 years, I can’ really remember, since he left, but whenever he comes to visit, he will not respond to Max, but will to Stanley. Go figure. Would you expect anything less at Run A Muck Ranch?
I really hope work settles down enough for me to tell you Stanley’s story. It’s a good one. He and his sister are staying with us while his parents are on vacation.
Anyway, in case I don’t get to the story, here’s PROOF we at Run A Muck Ranch have rehomed fosters! That doesn’t mean we aren’t ticked to death to borrow them back from time to time 🙂