Meet Our New Foster Dog
We have five small poodles. All of them are adorable and spoiled rotten. They eat the best food I can buy. They have cushioned beds in all of the rooms, and they sleep in bed with me at night. We love our five poodles and we have said many times that we will not have any more dogs. So what happens when the rescue that I volunteer for, LUV4K9s, sends out an urgent plea for short-term foster care? “An adult male poodle, owner release needs immediate fostering. He is agility trained but due to a broken leg can no longer compete. A new home is needed immediately. Coming home from surgery tomorrow.”
Yes, of course, I responded and took in the little bugger.
When you have a well organized home with fairly regular dog behavior, the addition of a new dog can be a challenge. BoBo needed a short-term place to crash until a more permanent foster home could be found. He arrived shy, timid, terribly underweight and not exactly fragrant. After all of the family sniffed and sniffed and ran around in circles, BoBo settled in next to me on the couch. My heart went out to this little guy. He is supposed to 4-5 years old, but who really knows? He had just been neutered and also had a bunch of rotten teeth pulled. I was told he was a owner release. The story was that he was agility trained and broke his leg. When he recovered from the broken leg, he could no longer compete at a strong level and the owners gave him to the LUV4K9s rescue. I think there is more to the story, but I will never know.
You see, when you open yourself and your home to fostering you really do not know the dog’s history. He could be from a puppy mill, or a pet store, on the streets running wild, abused or any number of rotten situations. But most of these dogs recognize your patience and love in helping them adjust to the new, safe home.
OK, so it is now two weeks later and BoBo’s short term visit has lengthened into a “who knows how long” he will be with us. He has adapted very well. He is very quiet and still very watchful. He doesn’t play with my brood, but he doesn’t hide, either. He has gained weight and adjusted to the food and the schedule quite nicely. In fact, my husband has said the truth of the matter is that BoBo is absolutely no trouble. And so I am left with a decision: do I continue to foster him with adoption inevitable? Or do we actively try to find a forever home for him? I just don’t know.
I have talked with other fosters and they all seem to say the same thing. Fostering is hard. And sometimes you get attached.
I don’t believe that BoBo was ever really loved. I don’t believe that he was agility trained. I don’t believe that his leg was treated properly. When he arrived, he was not someone’s pet who needed to be re-homed. He was a sad little lonely abused pup, undernourished, dirty, rotten teeth removed. I don’t know what I am going to do with BoBo, but for now he is happy and healthy. And I am happy having him with me.
Jenet Mullins is a retired sales executive from the media industry. As a Poodle Parent she shares her experiences and true life situations as a rescue adopter. Find her at Mediagal on Twitter or Jenet Mullins on Facebook.