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.  

1 comment:

  1. Hi Kylie. I am so happy to hear about your fostering Tucker for IDOG. It was wonderful of you and Monty to take care of him. I have two Labradoodles now and have fostered also. I love your blog too!
    kam in MA

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