Foster a Pooch

I’m trying to convince Mr. M to allow us to open our home to foster a dog. If I didn’t have to work, I’d stay home with BabyC, Pup-Pup, and my 5 other nonexistent mutts. I’m a HUGE dog lover, and have a bigger heart than presently fits in my chest. I cry while watching any of the dog shows on TV. I want to save every dog from being euthanized.

Tman also shares my passion, and has high hopes to manage his own shelter when he grows up. I’ve told him that I’d be right there to support him, and volunteer in his shelter. While most 12 year old boys dream of becoming professional baseball players or wealthy business men, mine wants to save the world – or more specifically, the world’s dogs. I love that kid.

BabyC on the other hand enjoys terrorizing our poor dog. Chasing her and squawking with arms flailing. From the first day BabyC came home, we made it very clear to Pup-Pup who was in charge: BabyC. We’ve trained her to pretty much stay away from him. She’s a loving dog, but she is an animal. Period. Some days I really feel bad for her when all she wants to do is take a nap in peace.

We’re taking a family trip to Florida in about 3 weeks, so I’ve asked Mr. M to think about it and that we’d revisit when we return home. Potentially, we’d like to adopt another dog (an older dog), but Pup-Pup is our first, and we need to make sure we pick the right dog. We’re not sure if she could even live with another dog, so fostering would be a great opportunity to see how she reacts.