I have always loved animals, especially dogs. My first dog was Spud. He wasn't technically my dog. My Uncle Joe found him as a stray and carried him home as he had a broken leg. Of course, he told my grandmother that the dog followed him. She reluctantly agreed to let him stay on the porch for the evening and that they would get things sorted in the morning. He snuck out onto the porch to sleep with the dog after bedtime and it was sorted. Spud was their family dog. He was a senior by the time I came around, but he was my protector and friend.
Growing up, we had a Lab mix we rescued from the pound. My sister had a cat named Tigger who was pregnant when she adopted her so we soon had a cat and a litter of kittens. My sister was definitely the cat person and I favored dogs.
As an adult, I have had a few dogs by proxy. Mostly because of the guy I was dating at the time. Living in the city, having a dog was really not an option as the majority of rentals don't allow pets. I did pet-sit for friends from time to time to get my fix.
Several of my close friends are very active in pet rescue. One suggested I try fostering after I bought my own place and didn't have a landlord making the rules. I thought it was a good idea, but didn't pull the trigger right away.
I was working on an assignment in South Florida when I was walking back to the hotel from the office and found this little kitten curled up under a construction sign. She looked scared and sweet. Now, there are many feral cats in the Miami area so I was cautious as I approached her. She came to me right away and was all snuggles. I took her to the PetSmart nearby to check to see if she had a chip. There was no chip so I picked up some food and a litter box and took her back to the hotel with me. Thankfully, it was a pet-friendly location.
I was working on an assignment with Blue Daisy Media and one of those friends I mentioned is the one who hired me. She was an amazing resource. She took me to the South Miami Animal Clinic where I met the amazing Dr. O. It turns out that we took her there just in time as she was not a kitten, just a small cat and she was about to go into her first heat. We got her spayed and up to date on all her vaccinations. I just needed to find her a home.
I posted info on Helen the Cat as I was calling her on Facebook, Craigslist and sent e-mails to friends and family. I made the number mistake in pet rescue and offered her as free-to-a-good-home. Fortunately, I received a response from a lovely woman from the Craiglist post. She was looking to adopt the cat for her 8 year old daughter as a reward for earning straight A's. She provided references, including one from a vet and I was confident that she was going to a good home. She also offered to pay me as I paid the cost for the spay and vaccinations. We agreed to a donation to the local pet rescue.
When I got home from trip, I registered with Eleventh Hour Rescue to be a foster. Another friend fosters for that group and referred me. It took a few months, but I was approved and officially a foster mom. My first foster was a dog named Lacey. I couldn't have asked for a better first experience. She was a sweet and playful dog who was housebroken, great on a leash and nearly a foster fail for me. She was adopted by a lovely family with a nice backyard and two tween girls to play with. She was only with me for a week.
About a month later, I received a text from my contact at Eleventh Hour Rescue. She had a bonded pair of Chihuahua mixes who were in need of a foster who could provide them with a lot of exercise. Two dogs seemed a lot, but I assumed they were pretty small if they were Chihuahuas. Turns out, the mix was Australian Kelpie and they were not at all the size I expected. I took them home on borrowed leashes as the ones I brought with me were meant for small dogs.
On the way home, we stopped at PetCo to pick up some supplies. It was there that I learned they were horrible on a leash and aggressive towards other dogs. Once home, I took them for a nice long walk so they could do their business and get acclimated with the new smells. Maysie & Molly were super sweet. Maysie made herself at home right away and jumped up on the couch and guest room bed. Molly was more reluctant and would only come up when invited. All seemed well with the exception of the leash pulling. That is, until we returned from our late evening walk and they did their business on my carpet. Accidents happen. I took a deep breath, cleaned up the mess and made a point that they needed longer or more frequent walks. Again, immediately after a walk on my carpet. I tried wee pads. No luck. After three days of this, I was ready to throw in the towel and take them back to the kennel. They were so sweet and I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
I turned to my friends more experienced in pet rescue and got some great advice. We switched to Martingale collars to assist with the leash behavior. The folks at EHR connected me with their trainer who had great advice for housetraining. After several weeks of gating and other techniques, I did some tests to be sure they understood and we were accident free. The leash pulling continued, but improved.
The girls were 47 and 49 lbs when they came to me. They should weigh about 30lbs each, give or take. My suspicion is that they were fed people food given their reluctance to eat kibble and the fact that they circled like sharks when I was eating. Molly would eat the kibble if I sat on the floor and fed it to her from my hand. Maysie would go on hunger strikes until I mixed it in the blender with water. Eventually, we worked on it until they both understood that they ate kibble and I was not sharing my food. I also tricked them into eating carrots and celery as treats as part of the weight loss program. They both loved the carrots, but Molly was a bigger fan of the celery.
Considering the fact that they were so overweight and such fans of lounging on the couch, I guessed the exercise may be an issue. I was mistaken. We started off slow, but by the end the girls were getting between 3 and 5 miles in a day. They were also surprisingly fast. They loved going on hikes and easily ambled the terrain. I used the Dog Walk feature from MapMyRun to keep track of the distance and time. Given stops for business and water breaks, they probably averaged close to a 13-minute mile.
After six months, Maysie & Molly were much more adoptable. Better on the leash, house trained, food issues and they had each lost about 10lbs. I was ready to give up on these girls after only three days. I am glad I stuck it out as they really are sweet dogs and just needed some work. They were definitely too much dog for me and I was anxious as there had not been an application for them yet. They had close to 300 likes on the Facebook Page I created for them and my Insta feed was filled with #AdoptMaysieAndMolly.
Finally, I received an email with an approved application. I spoke with the potential forever mom and instantly knew they were exactly the family to provide the right home for the girls. They were adopted and I get updates every now and then from their forever mom. Fostering dogs can be bittersweet. It is hard not to fall in love and it is sad to leave them, but it is also wonderful when you know that they are in a home where they can share their love and be loved.