Our adventures as a foster dog family
I was interviewed this week by a reporter from our local paper about fostering dogs. It’s such a regular part of my life and community now, that I don’t really think of it as novel. It’s just what we do.
But her questions made me think about why I foster and what I get out of it.
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Last week I told you about Cherry, so this week I want to introduce you to the other lovely lady sharing the foster cottage and my office with me.
Gracie Lou is what I call a Miniature Land Hippo. She’s a bulldog mix with a stout, sturdy, roundish frame, much like a hippopotamus. She weighs about 50 pounds and is simply adorable.
The mama dogs are always the ones that get to me. They’ve been through so much and it’s clear not just in the condition of their bodies, but in their eyes.
Grateful. That’s the word that emanates from them.
And Cherry is no different. She’s had a particularly hard journey. Her owners surrendered her to the shelter and said she didn’t belong to them —she was just a stray who had been tied in their yard for the last four years.
So much about that statement chills my soul.
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So here’s the fun part…..
All of the puppies went home to wonderful adopters. And what lucky adopters they are, as these are some wonderful puppies!
Meanwhile, Argus left on a trial adoption.
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It really came down to the wire on this one. Rainer’s adopter had vanished and adoption day was imminent. Would I be left with one puppy after everyone else went home?
I warned the family that we would all be taking turns carrying Ranier everywhere with us in the puppy sling, and mentally prepared myself for the crying.
Meanwhile, adoption coordinator extraordinaire, Chelsea, got to work hustling and shaking down all the potential adoption applications to see if there was someone out there who deserved this darling pup.
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It’s always something when you have as many dogs as we have in the house. Let me catch you up on the latest.
First, the happy news that Darla was adopted. She’ll be living just a few miles up the road from me. She’s doing great and her new family is adjusting to the unique energy level a Catahoula, especially one as young and smart and fun as Darla, brings to a home. She’s enjoyed the ornamental pond in her new mom’s garden and enjoyed a romp with her another family member’s golden retriever. Luckily, her new family has a big piece of property and a plan for managing all that dog. She really hit the jackpot.
The puppies are one by one getting approved adopters. Being houndish puppies (my best guess, although I’m pretty sure there are probably a dozen different breeds in their DNA), they’ve required a few adjustments. Everyone is eating separately now to reduce the competitive eating urge and attempt to slow them down (adopters: you will want to purchase a slow-down or puzzle feeder!). We are also trying to get outside as much as possible, since clean up inside is a challenge as they grow and get more active.
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Puppies.
What can I write that I haven’t written before?
This bunch is unique only in that they are all boys. I’ve never had a litter of all one sex. I came close with Edith’s litter of eleven girls and one boy.
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Today is the first day of Stela’s real life. The life in which she will never have puppies again. She will never be thrown away again. Now we can find her a real family—one that will value this special dog.
And I mean it when I say special.
I keep telling people that she’s really special. And they all say, “But you think every dog is really special.”
Which I do.
But Stela?
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Traveling to shelters is hard. But it’s harder for me to sit at home and not do it. The silver lining of this trip was that as I walked through overcrowded shelters in three states, I knew that on our last visit to Huntington-Cabell-Wayne Regional Shelter in West Virginia, I would be taking a mama and five puppies out of that situation and giving them their freedom ride.
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Up until recently, I haven’t really worried about Argus finding an adopter. He’s such a great guy, so easy to have around, so sweet, so minus any serious hang-ups, I figured eventually someone would be willing to drive ‘all the way’ out to the Shenandoah Valley to adopt this guy.
But now we’re going on four months together and he’s still here. Still the same sweetheart. Still full-body waggling his happiness at the sight of me. Still obediently trotting into his crate for too many hours at a time.
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Another Good Dog™ 