Temporary love
I just met my third foster dog, who is coming to stay here tomorrow. He is a nervous adult pit bull so his chances of being snatched up fast are probably slim. But I thought that about the last two and I had each less than six weeks. Some dogs at Home At Last (the rescue organization I foster through) have been in their foster homes waaaay longer.
My first foster dog was Trisha.
I was completely opinionless about her at first, and she wasn’t the dog I had wanted to foster. Plus she didn’t get along with the other dogs in my old house at first, even made Macy’s ear bleed once. But we slowed things down and everybody was friendly eventually, and I ended up falling in love with her. I’m sure I would have adopted her if someone else hadn’t done it first, but c’est la vie. Her name is now Truckee and her new family loves her to pieces. I miss her.
Next was Gatsby, who was originally named Bouncy. He was a big goof, recovering (psychologically) from months of abuse and six months at the shelter.
He came a long way while I had him, and was loved by everybody who met him. Really, there wasn’t anything not to love about him. He was sweet, mellow, and affectionate, great with kids, dogs, cats, everybody. I miss him too.
And tomorrow, enter Puppy. Who is not a puppy. Possibly an even dumber name than Bouncy. I’ll be coming up with a new one after I know him.
All I know about him is that he lived with the same family for two-ish years, and they recently had to give him up abruptly – landlord problems after a foreclosure or other financial issue, I think. That is the reason why a lot of shelters are filling up right now. But I digress. I just met him and he was sweet, but very nervous. He’s understandably shaken up about his change in circumstances, and shy with strangers. So we’ll see what happens. He’s up for adoption!
It’s incredibly rewarding to rescue these dogs from bad situations and show them what a loving home is like, and then send them to one forever. But is is a bit rough on the heart. I bawled my eyes out when Trisha left me. But then, I cry at lots of things these days, so that’s not really saying much.
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