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Another Foster Story
I began fostering when I was still living at home with my parents. My first fosters were a litter of eight Chesapeake Bay Retriever mixed puppies. When they were only five days old, their owner dumped them at Oconee County Animal Control because they weren’t purebreds… With their eyes still closed and too young to even walk around, my mother and I bottle fed all eight little monsters for four weeks. Up twice a night at the beginning, we were sure that we would probably lose a puppy or two along the way, but amazingly enough, all eight survived! My mom cried as they each got adopted into fantastic homes!
Three
years later, I own my own home and have two dogs of my own.
My schedule has changed because I am back in school full-time,
however I still have the itch to foster.
It’s hard to walk through Animal Control knowing that I can’t
take every single one of those dogs home, however I can save one at a
time. So, I do.
I like the shy dogs—the ones that get overlooked by adopters at
the shelter because they are simply terrified and skulk into the farthest
corner of their pen. I like
the dirty, matted dogs—the ones that just need a little TLC and a good
long bath to really shine.
I bring them home, clean them up, and introduce them to being a housedog. Some of the shelter dogs are already housetrained, but the ones that aren’t quickly learn. Though some are more difficult to foster than others, they all know and truly appreciate the fact that they’ve been given a second chance. Many people comment that it must be heartbreaking to adopt out one of my fosters. It’s really not. These dogs all go to carefully screened homes that match the dog’s needs as closely as possible. They’ll get more undivided attention than they do at my house and I can then go and save another life.