In college I had a few friends that fostered dogs. I admired them for it but I didn't think that I would ever do it myself. For one, I can't not get attached. I can't take in an animal, feed it, nurture it, and care for it and then give him up to someone else without feeling some sort of big loss. Secondly, I was always worried about the commitment to getting a dog adopted.
But you know, never say never.
Meet Hank…
Meet Hank…
I get really mushy when it comes to animals, especially dogs. Last week someone shared a post on facebook explaining that there were a group of dogs that were at risk of being euthanized in San Antonio due to the overpopulation of their kennels. I knew I shouldn't look at all the pictures but I did, of course, and there was no going back.
It pains me to think of any of these pups being put to sleep but as I was looking at the pictures there was just something about this one pup. I was hit with such a strong conviction that I couldn't get past so I went for it. It was a whirlwind thing. One night I was looking at a picture of this precious puppy and the next day I was driving through San Antonio's rush hour traffic to pick him up.
I feel so blessed that he has fit right in with the dogs that I already have and I have already had a few people interested in adopting him!
If I didn't already have a few pups myself I might actually want to do this all the time but alas, Nick wouldn't let me.
Would you ever foster a dog? Have you? What was your experience?
