There are good days and bad days, but mostly good days. Some days crazy, hectic and wild… but still good. I have to say, I don’t really remember many ‘bad’ days of fostering. I think we had our second really hard day a week ago. (Our first really hard day was sending UPS back to BARCS after she came to us during Hurricane Irene).
Last Monday I did something stupid. After only having Ariel for 24 hours I allowed the dog walker to take both she and Knox for a walk together… but they never made it out the front door. Ariel was excited (as was Knox, I’m sure), and though I wasn’t here I can only assume that her excitement turned into aggression and went after Knox. Now Ariel is a hefty gal! And she was cooped up in the shelter for quite some time. Clearly her doggie manners (or lack thereof) got the best of her, but what a humbling day for us humans. Knox was pretty tore up, but he is recouping just fine!
It took me a long time (a week in the blog world IS a long time) to share this with everyone. Mainly because the last thing I want anyone to do is jump on the ‘aggressive pitbull’ thing. What we’re trying to do… save this type of dog from the dead end road of the shelter, and from the bad reputation they already have… how would this possibly not do any more harm? But the truth is, well, I’ve always promised to share the truth here. This adventure of fostering is quite the adventure, and we’ve learned so much, how could I not share this difficult lesson with all of you???
The other reason it took me so long is the obvious huge mistake the humans (ehem… ME) made. We get a big F (for FAILED). For those of you who don’t foster, there’s this introduction period that is important. Crucial. Not to be skipped! We’ve had such luck (9 angels in our home) with our past fosters that we let our guard down, big time…and it bit us in the butt. We’ll Knox’s butt specifically. Our boy is a trooper and the morning after their blowout, he went running up to Ariel’s crate, waiting for me to let her out with his tail wagging like crazy. (IF you were curious, I didn’t!) Another day in the life, apparently.
We learned some important lessons, or were reminded of the ones we already knew. Ariel is not here anymore simply because I think it wasn’t a great match. She’ll probably do best in a home as an only dog… and what’s wrong with that anyway? We’re an only dog household if you don’t count the fosters here and there. It’s a limitation we have, not having a yard and living in a fairly small rowhouse. It doesn’t make it impossible, but it makes this type of situation particularly hard. And as soon as Knox is all healed up we’ll have a new foster in no time.