Every foster dog that comes into my home touches me in their own way. Each one is special. Even though I know that I will never forget any of them, I still wanted a place to go when I want to remember and reminisce and a way to share their unique stories. So I started a special scrapbook for my foster dogs when I began fostering. Whenever a foster dog finds her forever home she gets her own page in the scrapbook, complete with my favorite pictures of her and a bio.
Here’s a few pages in that scrapbook that come to mind…
Lucille. Lucille came to me as an adult and the whole animal control experience had left her traumatized. She was constantly trying to hide—in the corners of my closet, under the bed, she’d try to crawl under the seat of my Jeep when we went for a ride. It was obvious that Lucille had had a family at one point and she just couldn’t understand what had happened and where her people were. It took her a bit but she got over this need to hide. Lucille was so easy to like. She was mellow and quiet, shy and gentle. She had no puppy energy left, no need to play or wrestle. All she wanted was someone to cuddle and love her. Lucille found a family with two little girls to give her all the love that she could want for the rest of her life.
Alfie. The dog that never stopped. Honestly. One morning he woke me up by bouncing a tennis ball off my forehead. I’m not kidding. Alfie found a family with three boys and a big fenced yard. Just what he needed.
Lois. The dog with the ears that were too big for her little body. She somehow managed to own the look and pulled it off smashingly. Lois found her new family in a young couple that were looking for a dog of their own to rescue.
Fancy Pants. One of those dogs that through no fault of her own just got passed over and over. She was cute, she was fun, she had no major issues, she just took forever to find her home. Then she found it, only to be returned (again through no fault of her own) three days later. Finally Fancy got a home of her own.
Ellie. This is the only dog that I ever seriously considered failing at fostering. (Besides my Nina) Ellie had one of the familiar pit bull stories. Her brother and she were seized by AC when her person was arrested. She sat at AC for a very long time before being pulled. Ellie was with me for four months. When I got the call that she was being adopted, I couldn’t talk. This one was tough. Her adoption absolutely broke my heart. This is the dog that I think of and wonder about the most.
Little Emme will be the 17th page in my scrapbook as soon as she finds her forever home.
If you ever wonder why people foster, I would love to share with you my scrapbook filled with 17 pages that display why I foster better than I ever could in words. And I can guarantee you that when little Emme finds her forever home there will be an 18th reason just waiting for me to open my home to her.