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Dogs Are Backing Up

Things are moving very slowly in the dog adoption world. Which means dogs are backed up at shelters all over. And we all know what that means.

My adorable, sweet, smart, healthy puppies are twelve weeks old today, and neither has any interested adopters. This seems crazy to me. But it speaks to the times.

It seems unlikely that everyone who had ever planned to adopt a puppy has adopted one. It’s more likely that I just can’t find them. Which guts me because as long as they linger here, I have no room to save more puppies.

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Roster Report from the Foster Cottage

Things are a bit busy here in the foster cottage, so here’s the rundown:

Lima Bean had her amputation surgery on Wednesday and is doing really well. She’s back to wearing toddler shirts to protect the huge incision and keep her from messing with it. When I picked her up, they recommended she wear a cone, but this poor girl is miserable, so we’re going with shirts instead. So far, so good.

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adopters, fosterdogs, puppies

Time to Find Homes for these Puppies!

It is time to find homes for these puppies! They are more than ready for forever families.

The Beanie Babies are now eight weeks old, age-appropriately vaccinated, and microchipped. And I need your help finding those homes!

Please share this blog post (or any of the Facebook posts I’ve put up on Another Good Dog) with anyone and everyone.

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canine health, dog rescue, foster dogs, heartworms

Rescue is a Roller Coaster

Rescue is a roller coaster, and this past week it was a doozy.

On Monday morning, Lima Bean would not move or eat. Her belly seemed enlarged and she’d peed all over her bedding (something she had never done before). Her allergies, which had been getting steadily better with a change of diet, were raging and she had scratched her ears bloody overnight. Otherwise, her temp was normal, and her gums looked normal. I was flummoxed but knew something wasn’t right.

I contacted a vet/friend who lives nearby to ask if she might come take a look. She agreed that something was seriously not right and tried to palpate her belly, only to find it taut and unmovable.

I took LB to Anicira Veterinary Hospital, and they took her immediately in case it was bloat. On the drive down to Harrisonburg, LB let out a lot of fluid—I won’t say it was urine because it didn’t smell like it. (Thankfully, I drive a Honda Element, so later I could just hose out the back.)

Initial blood work was inconclusive, so they put her on IV fluids for dehydration and cleaned up her ears. Radiographs revealed that her heart was enlarged, and the vet was fairly sure she could see worm activity inside her heart. She was still lethargic and seemed to be in a bit of pain. The only logical conclusion was that she was in Caval Syndrome, meaning the end stages of heartworm disease.

Late in the afternoon, the rescue, after conferring with the vets and with me, made the call to euthanize Lima Bean. It seemed like the most humane thing to do. I got in the car and started driving down to Harrisonburg in tears so that I could be there with her.

About halfway to Harrisonburg, Liz, from X-Port Paws called to say she’d heard from the vet at Anicira that LB had perked up and even barked at another dog who was passing through the treatment area. She said, “There’s still life left here. Let’s give her another 48 hours and see what happens.”

By the time I got there, Lima Bean was up and hopped right to me. They sent us home with trazodone for her pain, prednisone for her allergies, and doxycycline to get her started on the preparation for heartworm treatment.

By the next day, she was running at about 50% Lima Bean normal behavior, but she was better. At one point in the afternoon, I heard her whimpering, so I took my laptop and sat with her in her dog bed as I worked, and she settled and slept by my side.

At 48 hours, she was the Lima Bean I have come to love and trip over. She is always underfoot, following me everywhere, stealing the puppy’s toys to hoard in her crate, and begging for food and treats. She was going outside to potty and holding vigil near the door to my office whenever I left her alone.

The question now is—where do we go from here?

The original plan to wean the puppies, have the leg amputated, and have her spayed, followed by heartworm treatment, is out the window. Heartworm treatment takes priority.

But there are so many questions. Will she survive the treatment with her heart compromised as it is? Do we stick to the protocol of 30 days of doxycycline, followed by 30 days of rest, and then treatment? Can we treat sooner? I’m not sure she can survive 60 days of those worms growing larger.

Here is what I cling to – she has never coughed. The normal progression of heartworm disease is for them to develop a soft cough due to compromised lungs. I’ve had several HW positive dogs who arrived with that cough and were successfully treated (Edith Wharton was one of them, and she nursed 12 puppies and had spay surgery before HW treatment).

I wanna believe that it was the allergies out of control that triggered her immune system to go haywire. Of course, I’m no vet. Just an eternal optimist who loves this dog.

So, I’m cautiously hopeful that we will find a path that ends with LB finding a loving forever home – whether that will be four months or six months or even a year from now, we shall see.

And if this becomes a hospice foster situation, I’m willing to do that. All I want is for whatever time Lima Bean has left to be full of safety and love and comfort. She’s had too much abuse, neglect, and pain in her short life.

And more than that – I think she is a walking (well technically hopping) miracle. She survived a brutal time on the streets, delivered puppies alone in a shelter, barely escaped euthanasia, and learned to live and care for puppies on three legs.

When the decision was made to euthanize her, she spoke up. I laughed when Liz told me she had barked at the vet office. In all her time here, I’ve never heard her bark.

We don’t yet have a plan, but I’m pretty sure Lima Bean does.

Thanks to everyone who shopped our Another Good Dog wishlist! We have plenty of food now (which is good since the puppies still have no adopters and none of my adult dogs are going anywhere anytime soon except maybe Wishbone).

I so appreciate all of you and the support you give me. It’s been a doozy of a week, and I have no idea what next week will bring, but I’ll be sure to keep you posted on the Another Good Dog Facebook Group, TikTok, and right here on the blog.

If you’d like to donate to X-Port Paws for Lima Bean’s treatment, you can do it here. (be sure to mention it’s for her)

Until Each One Has a Home,

Cara

For information on my writing and books, visit CaraWrites.com.

My newest book, Who Will Let the Dogs Out: Stories and Solutions for Shelters and Rescues is a primer for those new to the cause, an invitation to get involved, and a source of inspiration for those already working tirelessly to save lives. With stories of successful shelters, innovative strategies, and the key ingredients for success—strong leadership, veterinary access, and community engagement—it’s a celebration of what’s working and a call to scale those solutions nationwide. Learn more and get your copy and/or send one to a shelter or rescue on our website. Also available in paperback and e-book on Amazon.

If you’d like regular updates of all our foster dogs past and present, plus occasional dog care/training tips, and occasional foster cat updates (!) be sure to join the Facebook group, Another Good Dog.

And if you’d like to know where all these dogs come from and how you can help solve the crisis of too many unwanted dogs in our shelters, visit WhoWillLetTheDogsOut.org and subscribe to our blog where we share stories of our travels to shelters, rescues, and dog pounds.

If you can’t get enough foster dog stories, check out my book: Another Good Dog: One Family and Fifty Foster Dogs. Or it’s a follow-up that takes you to the shelters in the south, One Hundred Dogs & Counting: One Woman, Ten Thousand Miles, and a Journey Into the Heart of Shelters and Rescues.

I love to hear from readers and dog-hearted people! Email me at carasueachterberg@gmail.com.

If you’d like to support the work we do (and save the rescue and me some money), shop our Amazon wishlist. We are currently in need of probiotics, high-quality treats, bully sticks, pill pockets.

If you’d like to take a vacation with your whole pack, consider visiting one of our two dog-WELCOMING vacation rentals. Visit BringDogs.com to learn more.

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Sometimes Fostering is Hard on the Heart

Fostering is often a lot of work, and always rewarding, but sometimes it’s also just plain heartbreaking.

Every time we welcome foster dogs or puppies, they are a mystery. They are most often strays, and lately, most have been pulled from the euthanasia list at an overcrowded shelter.

We don’t know their medical histories before the day of their intake at the shelter, but we do know they have often been subjected to neglect and rarely have had good nutrition, medical attention, or even basic care. They suffer physically, but emotionally as well.

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The foster cottage is FULL!

Having four adult dogs and four two week old puppies is requiring me to refine my juggling act.

At this juncture, none of the adult dogs can be loose in the cottage at the same time. So it’s a game of crate and rotate and walk and keep track of who hasn’t been out recently to potty and who needs snuggle time with me and what the best set up is to have quiet for my zoom call.

I make myself take several deep breaths and put on my ‘calm mama’ invisible cloak before entering the cottage. That helps tremendously. In the early days of my fostering career, I used to allow my anxiety over the situation and my frustration at my inability to instantly fix things to color my world. And the dogs picked up on that.

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Have I Gotten Myself in Over My Head?

Have I gotten myself in over my head? This is the question that rolled across my mind early this morning when I couldn’t sleep.

The last time I had this many dogs in the foster cottage, I was overwhelmed.

In fact, it was also four dogs and four puppies. Of course, those were basically feral dogs and worm-riddled puppies, so the physical work was overwhelming. After the seventh or eighth poopified crate, I’d come pretty close to quitting this whole foster gig.

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Amazing Adoptable Alex!

I don’t know what else to say about this amazing adoptable puppy. But since he’s shockingly still here, I feel compelled to write.

I’ve said it before, sometimes foster animals stick around way longer than expected because the forever family meant to have them is not quite ready to take the plunge. I believe that’s the case here because there is no other reason for such an amazing puppy to still be adoptable nearly a month and a half after he arrived.

Alex is growing, which is good (he’s healthy) and bad (people want puppy-puppies). He’s still adorable, but he’s sliding into that gangly pre-adolescent phase. He’s closing in on twenty pounds, which is still very much snuggable, but now a bit more work to pick up. Luckily, he’s doing great on a leash, and even without one, he happily follows me wherever I go.

Let’s note Alex’s charms:

When he wants attention, instead of jumping all over me and getting mouthy, he will sit sweetly and stare at me, willing me to pet him. (I usually do)

He happily goes in his crate at night for a treat and sleeps eight hours with no potty accidents. A lot of nearly four-month-old puppies can’t do that!

He uses the doggie door to go out to potty during the day and has yet to have an accident in my office. When left too long in the puppy room, he uses his potty pads.

He loves everyone he meets. He gave such wonderful, perfect sits to so many people at the farmer’s market last weekend that he was stuffed with treats by the time we got home (and had diarrhea for two days, which is not one of his regular charms and not his fault!).

He is not bitey or mouthy (I wrote that in his bio and AI changed it to say he has great manners. No puppy has great manners, but most puppies his age bite and chew people – Alex doesn’t!).

He plays independently with chew toys or squeaky toys, or stuffed toys (not yet unstuffing them), while I work and is quiet as a mouse during my zoom calls.

He learns quickly, already understanding that he can’t go near the cat box or the wires under my desk, or the paper coming out of the printer (which is a tough one because he loves paper!).

He is athletic – mastering my puppy teeter, climbing on stools (but thankfully not my desk), zipping all over the puppy yard despite the ice.

He is VERY treat motivated. This boy will do anything for a treat. He is learning to eat slower (a tough challenge), but having once been starving in his short life, it’s tough not to gobble whatever is put in front of you.

He is friendly with the other residents of the foster cottage. He can’t quite convince Hazel-cat to play with him, but his affection is undeterred by her mean words or even her swats.

He loves Diamond from outside her crate. They can’t be together because Diamond has over 30 pounds on him and loves other animals in an Abominable Snowman and Daffy Duck kind of way. When she whines and barks to join him in his play, I cover her crate with a blanket. Alex sits by her crate in solidarity with her distress, and as soon as I’m not watching, Alex pulls the cover off the crate, much to Diamond’s delight and my frustration.

All of that is to say, this is a fantastic puppy! And the very first adoptable puppy I’ve crate, potty, and leash-trained ahead of adoption.

If you think he might be your puppy, apply to adopt here.

Please let anyone you know who is in the market for a puppy, that Alex is in the market for a forever home.

Until Each One Has a Home,

Cara

If you like what you read and want to support my writing, consider buying me a cup of coffee.

For information on my writing and books, visit CaraWrites.com.

My next book, Who Will Let the Dogs Out: Stories and Solutions for Shelters and Rescues will be released January 28, 2025, but you can order an early copy and support our mission to give them to shelters and rescues, by purchasing one directly from Who Will Let the Dogs Out.

If you’d like regular updates of all our foster dogs past and present, plus occasional dog care/training tips, and occasional foster cat updates (!) be sure to join the Facebook group, Another Good Dog.

And if you’d like to know where all these dogs come from and how you can help solve the crisis of too many unwanted dogs in our shelters, visit WhoWillLetTheDogsOut.org and subscribe to our blog where we share stories of our travels to shelters, rescues, and dog pounds.

If you can’t get enough foster dog stories, check out my book: Another Good Dog: One Family and Fifty Foster Dogs. Or its follow up that takes you to the shelters in the south One Hundred Dogs & Counting: One Woman, Ten Thousand Miles, and a Journey Into the Heart of Shelters and Rescues.

I love to hear from readers and dog-hearted people! Email me at carasueachterberg@gmail.com.

If you’d like to support the work we do (and save the rescue and me some money), shop our Amazon wishlist. We are currently in need of chicken and chicken-byproduct-free, high-quality food, puppy treats, large dog beds (or cover replacements any size – we can cut the memory foam pieces I have to fit).

If you’d like to take a vacation with your whole pack, consider visiting one of our two dog-WELCOMING vacation rentals. Visits BringDogs.com to learn more.

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The Leftover Puppy

Nick keeps referring to Alex as the ‘leftover puppy’.

In my last post, I told you about Becca, who I thought was my ‘last puppy.’ But as is too often the case in puppy adoptions, there was another shuffle, and in the end, I still have one puppy. Just not Becca.

Alex was briefly adopted (for just over 24 hours) but it was not a good fit for the other dogs in the household, so he is back.

To be honest, I’m not a fan of the name Alex, but Leftover Puppy isn’t any better.

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Confessions of a Terrible Foster Mom

Okay, I don’t really think I’m a terrible foster mom.

But I want to share the mishaps/mistakes that I made in this last week fostering. Basically, to show you that we are all learning as we go and that no matter how long you’ve been doing this, you still mess up.

And that’s okay.

My worst day saving dogs is better than someone else’s best day wishing they could save them.

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