I must admit, I was a little miffed when so many people said I’d be a “foster failure” when I told them I’d agreed to foster a sweet little furball named Charley. That is, until I understood what it meant. A foster failure is someone who is a foster parent for an animal but they fall so much in love, they adopt them instead. It is actually quite sweet!
Newly educated, I was no longer offended, but I knew it wouldn’t happen. I’m just not in a position to have a dog full-time. Inconsistent work schedule, travels, wedding planning, volunteer work, etc. I figured fostering him would give me my “fix” for a while, until I was settled down.
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Growing up, our family had everything from a jeweled lizard to a python to a greyhound. We adored our animals! In adult life, things have been way too chaotic to have a pet. Everyone always suggested it but I’m well aware of the time commitment and I just wanted to wait for the right time.
Well, the joke is on me. There is never a “right time” for many things in life and this is just one example. I just sent off the papers and funds to officially “adopt” Charley! FOSTER. FAILURE.
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I’ve gone from “no time for dog” to “sorry, I’m busy making Charley’s stocking on Friday night” in a matter of 6 weeks.
He’s just the most precious thing ever. The back story on him is that he and his five schnoodle (schnauzer / poodle mix) siblings had been left in the back yard of a home for an entire year. They’d never been to the vet or been groomed. Likely never been loved or cuddled. He was covered in filth and fleas.
At home, he’s grateful for food, he’s grateful for a bath, he’s grateful for a warm place to sleep. Gosh, can’t we all learn a bit from that? I know it has been a reminder for me.
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He’s been the sweetest, most loyal, fun-loving addition and I just couldn’t possibly see life without him! If you follow along on Facebook, Twitter & Instagram, you know that pics of him have completely overtaken my feed. I just can’t help myself!Watch Full Movie Online Streaming Online and Download
I’d love to hear your pet stories too! Any other foster failures out there? We’re working on training him too – yikes! I’m certainly open to suggestions on that!
Xoxo, Jenny
