What's funny about the current menagerie is that everybody's white. My own Maltese, Chica, is white with a touch of gold on her back and ears. My foster cat Sugar is pure white. And the poodles are white.
While they're not exactly leash-trained or housebroken, I think we've made some progress in the two weeks the poodles have been here. Now I hook leashes on them and we walk together, including the cat who likes to stalk us as we stroll through the condo complex. I just let the poodles' leashes trail behind them because they stick right with me, but I plan to start holding the other ends soon. I read somewhere it's a good way to leash-train an adult dog.
As always I'll feel a great loss when they're gone, but that's just part of being a foster mom, I'm told. I'll get over it.