Tilly-Bell

Tilly's been with me over a month...maybe two months? She's sweet, cuddly and even tempered. She likes my cat and parrot and all other dogs. After fostering for a month you begin to think that maybe this one is going to stay. Perhaps she's meant to be in our house forever.
Sooner or later every foster family goes through this with a certain dog.
Only one other dog stayed this long. Coconut found a great home, one worth waiting for.
Now there's Tilly-Bell. A small Fox Terrier from Tennessee.
She's smart, cute and loves to cuddle. Just to be by your side is her bliss.
Today I got an awesome application for her from a nice couple with 5 cats and another little dog. I called all their references and googled their house, work, names and all that. Everything looks good. Great in fact. They're going to meet Tilly on Saturday.
This is hard....

New Puppy

How to Prepare for a Puppy
Pour cold apple juice on the carpet in several places and walk around barefoot in the dark.
Wear a sock to work that has had the toes shredded by the blender.
Immediately upon waking, stand outside in the rain and dark saying, "Be a good puppy, go potty - now hurry up- come on, let's go!"
Cover all your best clothes with dog hair. Dark clothes must use white hair; light clothes must use dark.
Float some hair in your first cup of coffee in the morning.
Play "catch" with a wet tennis ball.
Run out in the snow/rain in your bare feet to close the gate.
Tip over a basket of clean laundry; scatter clothing all over the floor.
Leave your underwear on the living room floor
because that's where the puppy will drag it anyway...
especially when company is coming.
Jump out of your chair shortly before the end of your favorite TV program
and run to the door shouting "NO, NO! DO THAT OUTSIDE!"
Miss the end of the program
Put chocolate pudding on the carpet in the morning;
don't clean it up until you get home from work in the evening.
Gouge the leg of the dining room table several times with a screwdriver...
it's going to get chewed on anyway.
Take a warm and cuddly blanket out of the dryer and immediately wrap it around yourself.
this is the feeling you will get when your puppy falls asleep on your lap
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Gracie looked at me...

Gracie looked at me today. I know that doesn't seem like much but it is. She came out of a puppy mill in Missouri and was then thrown in a shelter to be destroyed. Her breeding days were over at 3 years old. Maybe she wasn't producing enough puppies in each litter or maybe the pups she did produce just weren't up to par for the miller. Whatever their reason for dumping her she was pulled from the shelter by rescue and flown to New Jersey by Pilots for Paws. (Yay! Pilots for Paws!) Then she came to my house. I was supposed to foster her so she could find a good home. And I've fostered over a dozen dogs so she was just another one of the little loves that came into my home.
When she arrived Gracie had an infection in her spay, was shaved down to her skinny little bones (due to matting) and mostly just hung her head. She was the saddest sight you've ever seen. And she avoided eye contact at all times. This is something I see a lot in rescue dogs. They are afraid to meet your eyes. When held up they look anywhere but into your eyes. When you do get a glimpse there is only fear reflected back.
Something in Gracie touched me. As tough as I thought myself to be, this little girl reached me in a way I couldn't deny. So she stayed and I became a foster failure. :)
She slowly came out of her shell. It was two weeks before I knew she could bark. Another few before she'd move toward the food bowl on her own. Each day she did a little more and slowly made our home her own. Then the day came when Gracie looked me in the eye. She didn't turn away or avert her gaze. She looked up at me and wagged her tail. I'm sure she didn't understand the tears in my eyes or the joy in my heart.
But today Gracie looked at me.

What a Deer....

There's a little deer in my house now. Brianne weighs 7 lbs and likes cuddling, biscuits and her crate. (her safe haven) She came off an euthanasia list in Tennessee. As I hold this tiny bundle in my hands I wonder how anyone could have dumped such a helpless creature in a cold, lonely shelter. One that euthanizes on a daily basis.
Still, like most dogs, she wants nothing to love and be loved. She holds no hate in that tiny heart for those who did this to her. She only wonders what she did wrong.
I tell her she's a princess now and a family member of the Castle of Dreams
and from now on life will be good.

Not me, nope, never!

One thing a foster home has to struggle with is love. Of course you're going to care for each dog that comes through your house. The injured ones and puppies are the hardest because your heart aches as they heal from their wounds. Puppies are all goodness and love wrapped up in a furball. How could you not love?
But a foster has to harden their hearts to their own feelings and do the right thing. Find them a good forever home so we can move on and save the next one.
It's what we do.
We are rescue.
My latest foster is Buffy the Shih Tzu. She's a puppy mill dog from Missouri. She came with two ear infections and an infected spay incision. Very sad case. She was saved down to fuzz from the matting. I still see strange black little clumps in the hair close to the skin. We vetted, administered meds, cleaned her wound on a daily basis and slowly she perked up.
I took her to one home to adopt but she didn't get along with their dog so that was a no go.
Then the impossible happened. I fought hard. Suffered. Wrestled with my conscious. Weighed it. Discussed it and finally couldn't change the fact.
Buffy had stolen the heart I tried so hard to keep guarded.
My confession: I am a foster failure.
Here's my heart:

Joy

Joy left my house today
It ran out all wrapped in warm golden fur
As happy as ever to go for a walk
Did he know he wasn't coming back?
Did he feel my heart break?

Joy left my house today
More bouncy and happy than when he arrived
There was a spring in his step
and a smile in his eyes

Joy left my house today
And now I look for that furry face
by the back door, waiting to come in
by my side, waiting for a cuddle

Joy left my house today
Leaving me in despair
Leaving me depressed
Knowing it's for the best

Joy left my house today
I miss his warm furry body
I miss his shredding newspapers
And tossing toys in the air

Joy left my house today
My heart is broken
My mind depressed
Yet I know it's for the best

Joy left my house today
To find his forever home
I pray his life is better now
Maybe because of me

More joy comes tomorrow

The Dangerous Foster Dog

Some foster dogs are dangerous.
They’re sneaky and steal things.
Like your heart.
They sneak up on you with wistful brown eyes, reach into your soul, and you want to keep them forever.
This is called a foster failure. The foster families who want to keep their foster dog.
I was never a foster failure. I would never do that because I know how important it is for the next dog coming up to stay with me until he has a family.
But some do.
Some, scratch that, most foster moms I know have several foster failures and I can see why.
Scooby.
He’s why.
Scooby came into my home on a breath of fresh air. Although transport said he was cranky and fought with the other dogs he hasn’t shown a bit of aggression to anyone. Not my fourteen year old golden, Halston, not my cantankerous old calico cat, Gizzmo, not anyone who ever stepped foot into our home.
His transport people were gentle and did their best but he must have been so scared. Once he had a home. Then life happened and he was dumped, lost, scared, picked up, put in a cage, shipped on a truck with lots of big, noisy, scared dogs. The truck stopped and he was taken out of one cage and shoved in another with more scared, strange dogs.
I’d probably snap at someone too. . .
Scooby is love wrapped in fur. All he wants out of life is to play and to love.
When he first came into our home he gave Halston a sniff and ran to Gizzmo to play. I guess since Gizz is about the same size, Scooby thought she was another playmate. Gizzmo was not amused. To this day, three weeks later, she’s still not amused with Scooby.
I work full time.
Scooby is young.
When I’m gone I crate him because he seems to think everything is a chew toy. I’m afraid he’d electrocute himself or something when I’m gone.
He leaps the gate so I can’t even leave him in the kitchen.
And I want to keep him.
My heart breaks at the thought of giving him away.
>sniff<