Doggie love

It is no secret that I love dogs.  In fact, I probably talk about dogs and fostering a little too much. But, I think that is how it usually goes when you are passionate about something. So, bear with me, this is yet another dog fostering post.

First, sweet Harper is getting her very own family this weekend.  To say this is bittersweet for me is an understatement. Finding out Harper is officially getting adopted almost put me into an ugly cry situation at my desk at work. Luckily I was able to sneak out to the bathroom before it got too serious.  Harper is far from my first foster dog, but she is the first foster dog that I saved all on my own. When I rescued Harper, I did it under the pretense that I would be paying for all of her vet bills and finding her a new home by myself.  Fortunately, DFW Lab Rescue swooped in and took Harper into their program. They also found a great new family for her that I got to spend a few hours with last Saturday.  They have a great yard for Harper, but more importantly, they have a little boy who is going to get to grow up with her.  And there is nothing a lab loves more than a little boy to play with. They are going to have years of memories together; I am so happy that I was able to help give that too Harper.

Well not give her the child, but the opportunity. You know what I mean.

Harper is also the first dog where I could have seen myself becoming a “failed foster.” I would love to keep her. She is well-mannered, kind, and she loves me. But, I know that if I was to keep her, I wouldn’t get to foster anymore, and that just wouldn’t fly in my book.  Yes, I will cry all sorts of tears for Harper on Saturday, even writing this now makes me cry, but I know she is going to have a perfect life at her new home. And, I will get to continue to foster. Which is good, because I’m sort of addicted to it.

Dogs are one of the most appreciative animals on the planet. No they cannot verbally express their gratitude, but you can see it in their eyes.  They know what you have done for them and love you even more for it.  Case and point….

Harper hugs

With Harper leaving me Saturday, I wasn’t sure if I was quite ready to get another foster.  I  have cried a lot over this dog.  But in the end, the question of whether to foster or not really wasn’t up to me.  On Wednesday, I found a handsome black lab mix that was scheduled to be put down.  I knew I could not let this happen and started networking “Zeus” to the best of my ability.  When I had all but given up hope to save him, I received a message from Paws in the City.  They gave me the go ahead to rescue him and are accepting him as one of their dogs.

Zeus, now Wilson, moved in yesterday.  He is wildly different from Harper, and is definitely on the mischievous side. He came to me with a large green streak of paint on his forehead. After a bath and lots of scrubbing, I still can’t get it off. I think it adds character. 

When we arrived home yesterday, Harper was ecstatic. I have never seen her so excited about having another dog around. I have a sneaking suspicion that Wilson may have been the baby daddy to Harper’s litter.  The playing went on for hours.

I promise I am not running a black lab fight club. Tails were wagging the entire time.  And Lizzie watched from the sidelines. Her money was on Harper.

I kid. I kid.

Harper will be missed by everyone at my house, but knowing that I get to keep doing what I love to do makes the tears and temporary heart break worth it.
I also owe a huge thank you to Wes, who doesn’t get near as much credit as he deserves for all of my dog fostering antics. He completely supports this hobby of mine.  He takes care of them, hauls them around, and loves them just as much as I do.  Without him, I wouldn’t be able to handle having three crazy dogs in my house at one time.
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