Monday, October 5, 2015

Dog Foster Experience | Tucker

A few months ago I went to the first farmers market of the season at Jessup Farm Artisan Village, just a couple of miles from my house. While roaming around, talking to vendors and sipping samples of coffee from Bindle, I saw a woman walking a doodle. Like any other time I see a doodle, I approached her and asked if I could pet her pup. Within minutes I learned that the dog she had with her was one of three that she owned. Turns out, she (Lynda) manages a doodle dog rescue called IDOG (International Doodle Owners Group) Rescue. Immediately, I had asked if she needed any volunteers for foster families and she said, "Yes, we always need more foster families." As she continued sharing the details, I typed a few things in my notes app and went home that night to fill out the foster application. 

Don't worry I talked to Mr. B first.

The first call from Lynda came a few weeks later. She had a doodle that lived in Denver that was looking for a new family. We had a few scheduling conflicts and he ended up getting adopted before we had the pleasure of meeting him. Adoption days are definitely good days for these pups, but we were bummed to have missed our first fostering opportunity. 

Months passed and I happened to see an adoption ad on Lynda's facebook for what appeared to be a husky-lab mix named Tucker. I shared it immediately and within a few minutes, Lynda reached out to see if we would be willing to foster him. Mr. B had a work trip scheduled, so he left the decision up to me. I thought for a few minutes and decided, "What the heck, why not. I am currently unemployed. I am able to be at home. The timing really couldn't be any better." Without hesitation, I said yes. 

Last Wednesday turned out to be extremely special day for me. Lynda and I drove to our local airport to greet Tucker. He had been rescued from living in an outdoor pen in Missouri, with two other doodles. That first week after being rescued, he was being loved, getting bathed, neutered, checked out by the vet and living between foster families and a boarding facility. On that Wednesday though, he was flown from Missouri to Colorado by an amazing pilot. A lot of people have asked why he was flown here and if he was royalty. Not royalty, but special nonetheless. Through this process, I learned that there's a non-profit organization called Pilots N Paws Rescue, where pilots donate their time, service and sometimes fuel expenses to assist in the transportation of animals. It's not that Tucker couldn't be adopted in Missouri, but due to his breed and young age, the organization felt he would have a higher likelihood of being adopted by someone in the Rockies. Plus, his new foster family was here waiting for him - us! :)

So the Bores Quarters fostered him for 5 days and nights until he was adopted into his forever home -this afternoon. Tucker was gentle and calm from the beginning and kept that same temperament until we said goodbye today. Although there were, at times, sibling-tension between him and Monty, our first experience as dog foster parents, couldn't have been better. He was shy the first couple of days, but really let his personality shine in the days to follow. It was a real pleasure getting to know him and watch him get comfortable in a safe-happy-home environment.  

However, now that is he traveling to his new home with his new owner, I am feeling a mixture of happy and sad. Happy that he found his forever home and will have the life he deserves. But also feeling my motherly instincts kicking in - the feeling of worry and wanting to make sure he is okay and feels safe. 

I thought I could hold it together saying goodbye, but when he wouldn't get in the truck on his own, and needed me to get in first, so he would follow, I lost it. Aside from my neighbor having to watch me sob into my sweatshirt, I called the Rescue Manager immediately and said, "Am I always going to cry?" She said, "Yes, most times we all do." It's so bittersweet. Another dog foster mom said, "It's better that we cry because one was saved, instead of crying because one was lost." She's so right, and I will continue to remind myself of that the rest of the day. 

As for fostering itself, everyone has said to me, "How can you foster? I would want to adopt all of the dogs immediately." But here's the advice I was given, "If you adopt this one, you can't foster another one." Such wise words, Lynda. That statement couldn't be more true and I will go to sleep this evening with the hopes of fostering another.

This has been such a rewarding opportunity and I couldn't be happier to call myself a dog foster mom.  

Thursday, September 3, 2015


I spent the first decade of my life adoring my mother, playing with barbies, building forts with my brother, playing house with Jenna, and enjoying our loud family of four under one roof. A decade that built the foundation of my life.

I spent the second decade of my life being awkward, meeting and eventually despising "step-parents", making new friendships and ruining others, fighting with my brother, admiring my sister, working with the elderly, graduating nursing school, and learning what it means to be manipulated by someone who "loves" you. A decade I am mostly ashamed of.

I spent the third decade of my life getting drunk with my future husband, graduating college, moving 1500 miles to a state I had barely visited, camping for the first time and then buying a camper of my own, grieving and accepting death, marrying the handyman of my dreams, falling in love with a dog, missing my family every single day of the year, learning how difficult it is to make friends after college, but eventually meeting some amazing people, buying two houses, traveling to places I never thought I'd visit, becoming a beekeeper, and gaining career experience at four different companies. A decade that was rich with love and made me grow. And a decade I believe, I will always treasure.

Today, I begin my 29th birthday with a loving husband in bed next to me, a snuggly dog at my feet, a loaded camper in the driveway, a breakfast waiting for me at The Pancake House, a campsite in the middle of the mountains with our name on it, and the anticipation of eating a pumpkin pie made next to a crackling campfire.

Here's to the last best year of my favorite decade - it has a lot to compete with, but I am ready to keep on growing. 

Thank you for all of the love today. I feel it and I am basking in it. And for those of you that have sent me prezzies - thank you for brightening up a rather stressful week. The UPS man and I were best friends this week:)

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Three Years

How did we celebrate?: In the week leading up to our anniversary, we spent the first half exploring our new favorite part of Colorado - the southeast (including Durango, Silverton, Ouray). The second half was spent getting eaten alive by mosquitos and paddling a row boat on one of the 300+ lakes found in Grand Mesa. Refer to the camping blog archives for all of those deets!

The actual day of our anniversary, however, was spent on the couch watching the whole second season of Parenthood. To say we are addicted is an understatement. Seriously, Mr. B tells me if I keep watching, I'll get dehydrated. I am not even a mom, yet for whatever reason I cry EVERY.SINGLE.EPISODE.  On certain occasions, I've even called my siblings, bawling, just to tell them how much I miss them. My brother, at the time, was eating at a Chinese buffet and ran out of the restaurant thinking I had tragic news to share. Thankfully I didn't. This show though, often makes Mr. B and I think we should have started having kids On the other hand, several episodes have made us say out loud, "we are never reproducing!" On that note, we'll keep watching. It's good birth control, depending on the episode. (Sorry Moms!)

We had absolutely no guilt in laying around that day, but did want to acknowledge our anniversary in a more special way, so we made dinner plans for the following Friday night. We started at Pour Brothers Tavern to collect a stamp on our Fort Collins Passport (#passportprogram) and then continued on to Nick's Homestyle. I was too obsessed with the lasagna and Mr. B was too busy sipping his barrel aged Manhattan, that we never took a photo of the place. I will tell you that although we heard mixed reviews about the place, we would give it a 5 star rating. They have wine on tap (!!!), they serve the most incredible baked clams (only on Fridays), and have such mouth-watering pasta options that we had a really hard time choosing. 

After dinner, we wandered our way through the experimental gardens at CSU - a gorgeous flower garden I've always admired from the road, but never stopped to sniff. There, we discovered a black petunia and now want them all over our yard, regardless of how morbid they may seem. We also found ourselves hugging a giant Campbell's soup can that was made out of steel in the 1980's and signed by Mr. Andy Warhol himself. The evening ended with an open door to the (CS)University Center of the Arts, where we wandered through, reminiscing of our college days. I would go back again tomorrow if given a time-machine opportunity. Mr. B would not.

What were the gifts?: Year three is the year of Leather, which symbolizes protection and covering.

Mr. B received a leather tool belt, engraved with Mr. B and the year. Shockingly, for as much time as he spends in his workshop, he was without a tool belt. He was pleased and has used it a handful of times since.

I received two personalized leather luggage tags. Mr. B found an artist on Etsy (I didn't even know he knew about that website!), sent her my blog and together they created a design that she engraved on the back. The back of the tag has a tee-pee, with #campbores below it. And the front has a 4 leaf clover below the area where you put your contact information. I believe the clover is her logo, however it has significance because we met (the second time) on St. Patrick's Day, which was the beginning of our love story.

What was something you learned in year three?:
Mr. B: "That I was right, your 'oil business' was a bunch of crap." Hush your mouth, Mr. B. I still love the oils, I just wasn't very good at selling them :)
Kylie: "That redoing a basement is messy and time consuming. That a new house is expensive and will take years to turn it into the space we envision."

What was the most memorable moment of year three?: I asked Mr. B this question over dinner that Friday evening and without a moment's hesitation he said, "Switzerland!" For me, it's a tie between moving to Fort Collins and our entire #boresbackpackeurope trip. How do you choose just one?!!

What are you looking forward to in year 4?: 
Mr. B: Traveling somewhere cool, like Iceland or South America. (I replied, "with whose money?")
Kylie: Redoing our office is what I said on the day of our anniversary. Although as of August 31st, I am most looking forward to getting a job! ha.

Thank you, Mr. B for choosing to protect (and snuggle) me. I heart you.

On to all of the excitement and joy year four has to offer.

Year 1 | Year 2

Monday, August 17, 2015

Monty Monday

Monty is afraid of the thunder outside. Time for snuggles. 

Friday, August 7, 2015

Monty Someday

Warning: this post may make you gag.

I walked into the guest bedroom this morning and found a pile of dog puke next to the wall. It looked like it had marshmallows in it. I brushed it off and said to myself, "It must be the stuffing from his bed that he tears apart every other day."

After cleaning it up and texting Mr. B the details of my morning thus far, he replied, "Oh I found an empty bag of marshmallows when I got home last night but assumed he got it out of the trash." 

Nope that was a full bag I had just bought for camping. They had been sitting on the counter and he left NO evidence, but the bag. #baddog
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