About a month ago I was interested in fostering a dog from a local rescue, Starfish Animal Rescue,based in the Chicago suburbs. They do a wonderful job working with the kill shelters in Kentucky to try to get as many pups as they can rescued and in to foster homes. One day while perusing FB, I saw a post on my feed of dogs needing fosters for the next transport. That is when I saw him, the dog that looked like our Rigs coming out of the same shelter! I felt like it was fate. Much to my husband’s chagrin,(he thinks we already have enough heartbeats in this house), he gave the go ahead.
It was going to be perfect! I raced to my computer and printed out the application and sent it back. My only reservation being “What if I did find home for him—would I be able to give him up?” I waited on pins and needles for them to tell me how wonderful I am for opening our home to this poor pup and fostering. But that didn’t happen. I was sorely mistaken. Apparently, the pup was from a hoarding situation and the reply I received stated that this dog would not be suitable for our family. I was shocked. How could that be?
So, as I do with most things that plague me, I hopped on the internet and researched articles on fostering dogs from hoarding situations. A fostering blog I ran across laid things out for me. I began to realize the rescue was right. With all the activity in this house that poor dog would have been terrified. It could have ended up being a bad situation for everyone. I was overjoyed to see that they found him a foster and he would soon be in a safe environment, but I was let down. As a result I became extremely apprehensive about my ability to foster for many reasons. What if the dog was horrible with the kids? What if he was great with the kids? What if I got attached? What if we found him a home? Ahhhh! Owning a pet is a big commitment and fostering is an even bigger commitment. I was completely naive to what I was about to get in to. Bless the hearts of those wonderful people who foster, it is not an easy thing to do.
So while I pondered all these thoughts, I decided to be patient and wait to see if there was another dog that would somehow reach out to me. What is meant to be will be. It was during this time that I got a message from the wonderful woman that had fostered our dog, Rigs. Rigs had a brother(the runt) that went to another family and they were looking to re-home him. If he wasn’t re-homed they were going to see if a rescue could take him. Okay, the heartstrings were pulled. However, I knew that if I took this dog I would be hard pressed to think of it as a foster situation. Would I be able to part with him? It is Riggy’s brother! Am I going to end up as my husband always envisioned? The foster that couldn’t re-home?
I called my husband and told him the situation. He already said yes to fostering the one dog and now how could he say no to this? It was his beloved dog’s brother. Well needless to say we took Ziggy (he was already named that…seriously!) The kids and I made the trip to go get him and the minute they saw him I knew there would be no parting with him. He is just like our Riggy, same mannerisms and behaviors. It was truly the cutest thing when we figured out they both skip with the same leg held up. It took awhile for them to get use to each other, and no I don’t think they remembered they were brothers. But they are so similar that the transition was easy. Now we have two sweet pups and maybe someday when I buy that huge ranch in the middle of the country, I will pursue fostering again. But for right now I am happy that I wasn’t foster material.