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.
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.
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!