Written by: Alexandra, Current Pawmetto Lifeline foster parent
Being a foster parent was something I kept putting off until I had “more time,” “more space,” “less stress,” etc. Always had an excuse why I didn’t do it, but finally one day I decided I’d try it – after all I can always give him or her back and say there just was not enough space. But once I started, I realized the benefits of always having a new face to see and a new tail wagging waiting for me to get home is worth compromising a few extra square feet and time every day.
I have two wonderful dogs of my own, and I now foster about a dog a month. My first one was with an adult daschund named Roper. He came with his own crate, food, toys and bowls. He was a happy dog despite having his owner turning him in. He played all day with my dogs and was adopted at the very first adoption he was able to attend.
Several foster dogs later I now have (what we believe to be) a chow mix puppy. She came to me at six weeks old with no name as she was just found. Now named Kody, she’s still stumbling around the house practicing her motor skills and trying to fit in with my dogs. She’s a little fluff ball full of love waiting for a permanent home. She just adds more sunshine and happiness into the family and entertains my own two boys (canine). I will be sad to let her go, but know I can’t keep her if I want to continue helping the long term goal – of keeping one more kennel open for rescuing just one more loving animal waiting for just a chance.
For more information on becoming a foster, visit pawmettolifeline.org.