Part of fostering is letting them in and being willing to let them go. Another part is wondering if they will ever go. Sometimes they just get in the door, get settled and then they move on. Other times...like lately...it seems like it will never happen.
Now, we know better. This isn't our first rodeo. Although sometimes it feels like it. We have two fosters right now. Someone thought that would be a good idea. Ummm....no names mentioned. Pleading the fifth, saying it seemed like the thing to do at the time and all that jazz. In that nameless person's defense, it was absolutely the right thing to do.
Addy has been with us since February and Wallace since August. People are missing out I tell you. They both will make someone a great forever friend. We find ourselves in the meantime. Isn't most of life spent in that time zone? In the meantime we love them, care for them and want them to leave. In the nicest possible way. It's like raising teenagers...a whole lot an angst involved and you can't wait for them to leave. And in the same moment you don't want them to go at all.
So there it is. It's just part of the territory. Part of fostering, part of waiting, part of loving and letting go.
Life with dogs. A little humor, a dash of play, a seed of faith, and of course, some dog fur.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Saturday, October 12, 2013
News from our little house on the prairie...
It's been a while since we checked in because life has been full and busy. Lot's of stuff in our doggy dog world.
Layla completed her first pet therapy visit. Such a treat to get back into that type of volunteer work. I forget some folks don't have the grace of dogs in their life on a daily basis. Need to remember that more when life gets crazy because of said dogs! We visited an adult residence for psych patients. A little hard to tell if they enjoyed seeing the dogs, but you just have to trust in the magic they hold.
Wallace would like you to know several things. Fresh raspberries are in the northeast corner of the yard. It doesn't take much to put your paws up on the fence and partake of them. It does not endear you to the human residents however. He'd like to remind you that his big adorable furry self is still looking for a forever home too. With maturity (hahahahaa) and training he'd make a great pet therapy dog. Right now, sometimes I think I need therapy because of him. But seriously, he has what it takes folks, just need to polish him a little. He'd also like to apologize for the window screen debacle...and that's all I'm going to say about that.
Mick went walkabout yesterday. No fault of his own, it was my error and thankfully no harm came to him. I got gabbing and went in the house leaving him in the front yard. He refuses to say where he was for that 45 minutes. I can tell you he was not down the lane, over by the river, or in any part of the corn fields I searched for 45 minutes. He and his nose were probably in canine bliss. It was not, however, bliss for me. In the end, he trotted up to the porch and headed to the door just like it was a planned outing. Phfewwww...thank dog on that one.
We've been blessed with company of late. Hunting company and extra dogs. Family company, traveling company. I can remember when we moved to the middle of nowhere thinking we'd never see anyone. Glad to be wrong on that score. Now Addy doesn't enjoy all the company as much as we do, but by
putting a calming wrap (TTouch Wrap) it really eased her anxiety. She breathed a sigh of relief and we did too. All the visiting dogs appreciated that as well.
So there you have it. Lots of life in our furry little world. By the way, come see us some time. We'd love to see you.
Layla completed her first pet therapy visit. Such a treat to get back into that type of volunteer work. I forget some folks don't have the grace of dogs in their life on a daily basis. Need to remember that more when life gets crazy because of said dogs! We visited an adult residence for psych patients. A little hard to tell if they enjoyed seeing the dogs, but you just have to trust in the magic they hold.
Wallace would like you to know several things. Fresh raspberries are in the northeast corner of the yard. It doesn't take much to put your paws up on the fence and partake of them. It does not endear you to the human residents however. He'd like to remind you that his big adorable furry self is still looking for a forever home too. With maturity (hahahahaa) and training he'd make a great pet therapy dog. Right now, sometimes I think I need therapy because of him. But seriously, he has what it takes folks, just need to polish him a little. He'd also like to apologize for the window screen debacle...and that's all I'm going to say about that.
Mick went walkabout yesterday. No fault of his own, it was my error and thankfully no harm came to him. I got gabbing and went in the house leaving him in the front yard. He refuses to say where he was for that 45 minutes. I can tell you he was not down the lane, over by the river, or in any part of the corn fields I searched for 45 minutes. He and his nose were probably in canine bliss. It was not, however, bliss for me. In the end, he trotted up to the porch and headed to the door just like it was a planned outing. Phfewwww...thank dog on that one.
We've been blessed with company of late. Hunting company and extra dogs. Family company, traveling company. I can remember when we moved to the middle of nowhere thinking we'd never see anyone. Glad to be wrong on that score. Now Addy doesn't enjoy all the company as much as we do, but by
putting a calming wrap (TTouch Wrap) it really eased her anxiety. She breathed a sigh of relief and we did too. All the visiting dogs appreciated that as well.
So there you have it. Lots of life in our furry little world. By the way, come see us some time. We'd love to see you.
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