When a foster dog goes home from our house, we:
- go somewhere because it sounds and feels too empty with one dog missing
- sigh in relief because we’ve just uncomplicated our upcoming trip out-of-town
- keep looking at our dog to see if she feels as sad as we do
- bring out the high value toys we were afraid would cause competition
- dream that night about our former foster
- bring back the rag rugs that encouraged nervous chewing
- start humming “One is the Loneliest Number” when we see our dog sitting alone on the couch
- smile when we see straight dog hair on the furniture instead of the usual wavy stuff
- think of yet one more thing we wanted to tell her adoptive family to make the transition easier
- wonder if we should keep as a souvenir that plop we missed cleaning up in the back yard
- get to sit on our living room couch again since it’s no longer a “safe spot” for a fearful dog
- take half as long to prepare dog dinner
- beam with pride thinking of the dog who faced her fears and worked so hard to manage a scary world
- are thankful we rented a car to go to the lakeshore on the last day she was with us
- marvel that our foster dog has been matched with a person who will be very good for her
- wonder what future dogs will come into our lives
If you don’t follow us on Facebook (and if you don’t, why not?), you may not know that Chérie has gone to live with her new person.
Chérie is now Miss Dilly Bean, Dill for short (a more suitable name for such a silly and cuddly girl). She’ll be living in Baltimore with a person who works at home and has a very gentle and calm attitude. Dill took to her person right away and is already learning the joys of sleeping on a real human bed.
I wish them both a smooth transition to their lives together.
When you’ve had a dog with you for a short time, whether or not a foster, what happened when she went home?