Anyone who’s fostered animals probably knows exactly what I mean without reading further.
There is one day of fostering that makes a foster parent want to jump for joy and go curl up in a bleary-eyed ball all at once.
It’s not during the first few days when a new puppy is still having accidents, learning that the couches are not toys, and crying at night.
It’s not when a dog is having such a difficult time learning a desired behavior despite doing all the “right” things, and you begin to hope desperately that your newly thought up, offbeat technique will be the one that clicks with them – and soon.
Stuffed Kong? No thanks. Empty Kong that once held dinner? Yes, please!
It’s not that moment you realize your foster is a completely different, better behaved, and more mature version of themselves than just a few months prior and you wonder why hardly anyone has expressed legitimate interest in adopting this great dog and whether that adoption will ever happen.
The first time I saw this fun, loving boy, he was cowering against a wall of files at the clinic.
Oh, and it’s something that occasionally, a foster parent doesn’t go through due to a decision they’ve made.
All in all, that pretty much sums up yesterday at the CfB household.
Non-fosters, any guesses as to what’s going on here?
Did you adopt your foster?
Squeeee! 😉
Failed foster:D
Wait, that means I can’t answer because I’m a foster parent, right? Ahh, spill the beans!