It has been a bit of time since we had a foster dog. Toward the end of October, our 10th foster dog went to her forever home. We committed to another foster, but she got ill in the shelter and after 2 months of trying to figure out what was wrong with her and treat it, she ended up having a stroke and passing away. During those two months we were having our own health issues, in fact my husband ended up in the hospital with a pulmonary embolism and a massive blood clot in his leg. Once out of the hospital he wasn’t particularly mobile for a bit and I was extremely pleased not to have a foster around making extra work for me, as I was already about as stressed out as I could possibly handle.

On January 2, our 11th foster dog arrived. We assume she’s a shiba inu and husky mix. I would not typically have chosen to foster a husky, they really aren’t my type. But I trust the rescue she came in from and they informed me she was very sweet. And she was! So sweet and so pretty that 7 days later she’d already found her forever home.

Oh, and yesterday I also had the opportunity to do a rescue transport. I drove 2 hours to go pick up a pair of bonded french bulldogs to bring them back to my city and deliver them to their foster home. Another great experience!