December 10, 2016 by The Dog Rules
I’ve seen it happen to my fellow volunteers. They foster to give them a good start, to help them overcome illness, behavioural issues, develop self-confidence, and something happens that they cannot give the animal back to the system. They take them into their homes and families so that the animal gets a sense of what it will be like to actually have a home where they belong. They do it out of compassion and kindness for a furry little soul that needs a helping paw. They do it because it is the right thing to do. And sometimes they fail.
They fail because there is something extra special about that little furry being that touches them deeply. Something that clicks. Something that says, very quietly, that there really isn’t a better place on earth for this animal than where they are that this moment. The animal fits in like he/she is supposed to be exactly in this place.
I had every intention of giving both puppies up for adoption. (We are usually required to complete and sign a “foster to adopt agreement” before taking on foster animal.)
I had long, rational talks with myself about why it was probably not the most best decision I was making. Repeated talks.
It’s the “wrong time of year” to be adopting a pup when you know that you will be doing all significant training in the wet and snow of a Vancouver winter. It is often too cold and slippery to be wandering around at all sorts of hours because your little bundle of joy needs a potty break at 2am. (Little bodies need time to develop bladder and bowel control.)
A few folks have pointed out to me that “You really aren’t getting any younger.” and that “Wouldn’t it be nice to not have to be out in all sorts of weather just because you have a dog? At least a cat doesn’t require you to walk it in the rain/snow.”
After 5-ish years of walking and fostering pups for the Shelter, I have succumbed to the irresistible cuteness of a pup.
Who could resist this precious face?