Monday, November 28, 2011

I Am One Seventh of the Foster Parent

All week, I've thought about how lucky I am to have a supportive family that I can count on to help with my puppy fostering adventures. I gave a virtual shout-out to Kevin, my husband, on Facebook:


I'm sure he appreciated my shout-out, but let's face it. Fostering dogs takes work. Work from the dog fosterer, work from any roommates/spouses/kids/other family members, etc.

Kevin wakes up earlier than I do, and with that, he lets the dogs out to potty first thing in the morning. I suppose I could wake up at 4:00 a.m. (before Kevin wakes up for his factory job), but I don't. Kevin starts the day as the puppy foster parent. He talks to the pups as he makes coffee, because often I am not nice enough to have it ready for us to brew the night before (although wouldn't that be organized of me?) He has been known to set a pup on the counter with him while he prepares his morning cup of joe.


During the day, I have others in my life who help me.

As the kids are getting ready for school, it is not entirely uncommon to hear me yell through the house, "Will someone open the door for the pups?" or "Lindsay, check on the puppies!" The kids are a huge part of the equation, walking the pups in the park and playing with them tirelessly. You should hear my daughter's sales pitch when people ask about fostering dogs for Roanoke Valley SPCA or the Franklin County Humane Society.


While I'm at work, my mom often stops by and checks on my foster babies. She lets them out and cuddles them and often feeds them again. Puppies eat a lot. She lays out blankets for them. When my kids get off the bus, my mother is there to greet them. The kids play with the puppies and throw tennis balls and squeaky toys from the patio to the yard.

The permanent dogs in our home, Sammy and Gracie, take part in the foster process. They set the stage for behavior modification. I bet you think I'm crazy. You're right; I am crazy...but in this case, I have a valid point. Sammy and Gracie let the foster pups know what is "allowed." The pups follow their lead. The teeny pups learn quickly to potty outside, not inside. They eat together, but from their own bowls. They cuddle together and sleep close to each other. My dogs "train" the foster dogs. It is truly amazing to witness.


When I come home from work in the evening, I feed them again (generally a feeding frenzy of piranha-like crazy pups) and let them out into the yard for some exercise. I get a lot of credit for fostering dogs, as my name is on the foster contract, and as I manage the online presence of our fostering family. Really though, I am only about one seventh of the "foster parent." My husband, my two kids, my mom, my two dogs, and I are all part of the "foster parent" to these pups.


It is the week after Thanksgiving, but I can be thankful now for the support system I have at home when it comes to fostering these puppies.

Fostering pups is so dear to me, and it is a huge blessing in my life.


If you and your family would like to foster pups, I know of a few great organizations who could use your help. Fostering dogs is a free volunteer opportunity, and it only takes a couple weeks.

Click on either link below for more information about Roanoke and surrounding area fostering opportunities:

Roanoke Valley SPCA

Franklin County Humane Society

You won't regret it.

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