I brought my dog, Vixen, home in mid-May, 2012. She is yellow lab/collie mix, and was five months old when she came to live with us. I had never had a dog before, and bonding took a while, but now she is very much my dog and has become the light of my life.
She was originally a stray puppy in Corbin, KY, and was fostered by an awesome woman who I am not proud to call my friend. She came to MN as part of a local rescue group where she was fostered by another wonderful woman who I am also proud to call a friend.
At some point over the summer, I decided I wanted to be more involved with Heading Home K9 Rescue that just adopting Vixen. I decided I wanted to try my hand at fostering. I filled out the application and within a week had Ted, a black lab mix. He was joy to have around the house. He and Vixen played well and ran the dog park together. During ecipetting. As an adult, black, mixed breed dog, I was surprised that he found a “furever” home within the week.
With my second foster, Rusty, I didn’t get quite so lucky. He escaped his crate numerous times, once fishing out a package of chicken breasts that I was defrosting in a bowl of water on the kitchen counter and devoured it. And, he managed to do this without spilling a drop of water. Rusty was a sad dog…he had been dropped off at the humane society in the middle of the night with no identifying information. It was obvious that he was depressed and missing his humans. Thankfully for me, my husband, and Rusty he was adopted and last I heard is doing well.
Oh, and Benny, my last foster to date. He was an underweight St. Bernard/hound mix. He was a trouble maker. I had to trick him into going into his crate, and once secured, he would cry the entire time. Vixen was in the crate next to him and she started shredding her bedding as a stress reaction to Benny’s anxiety. Benny also liked to run, and got away from me several times, and I owe my neighbors big time for going out to round him up. If it were not for them he would have been lost, and possibly hit by a car, more than once. It was touch and go for a while, but Benny too found his furever home.
Unfortunately, not all stories have a happy ending.
Over the summer I had the opportunity to help transport a young boxer who had never been outside a puppy mill. She had had a litter of puppies the week before and they all died. The owner of the puppy mill decided since Molly wasn’t making him any money to would give her up. She was afraid of everyone and everything. When I got to our final destination she got away from me, running through the parking lot on a busy Saturday afternoon. I believe the only thing that stopped her from running into traffic was the patch of grass she ran across. I believe it was a completely new sensation on her paws and she stopped for a split second, which changed her course. She ended up hiding under a semi trailer and it took to city community service officers to get her out.
Finally she was corralled and given to her foster parent, a vet tech. I found out recently that she was adopted, but managed to poop all over the new family’s house. Just a few weeks ago it was decided that she had no quality of life, she was too emotionally scarred from life in the puppy farm. She was put down, out of her misery. Molly, may you rest in peace.
Though it was challenging, I brought these three dogs into my home where they not only had food and shelter, but loving attention as well. What was the best part? I helped save the lives of three dogs who had a rough life, and that feels spectacular!