Once upon a time I discovered that my friend Vince works for a fantastic organization called The Dog Rescuers. He told me story after story of rescues and fostering and training and adoptions, and I knew that this organization did everything it could for hundreds of dogs with the limited resources they had.
One day I sent an email to the organizer and said, ‘I know you’re looking for foster families, so if we can help (and oh, by the way, we’re complete newbies to owning a dog), let us know.’
And then the call came. A whole lot more rapidly than we were expecting, and now the sweet boy in that photo is drooling on my leg while I’m typing this. He thinks he wants to go back outside and play in the yard, but he’s forgetting the thunderstorm that sent him yelping inside just ten minutes ago.
His name is Bridgeport, although I think Sacha has a far different name for him. He’s an eight year old Shepherd/Belgian Malnois cross, and he’s settling in as well as can be expected. We’re not sure how long we’ll have him, but we’ll love him to pieces while he’s here.
So what do you say? Would you like to hear about our adventures in fostering?