The Foster Chronicles: It Begins Again

It’s safe to say that victorious is not what’s happening in most areas of my life right now, but I can take care of a dog. I can do that. So last week, when CCB posted that a dog named Brandi needed a foster, I didn’t think too much. I emailed, asked if she was submissive, and said, if so, I’d take her. (I let them know I couldn’t do another 7 months of crate-and-rotate.) They said she’d be fine, so I made plans to get her.

From there, it got confusing. What I figured out by the end was that Brandi had been adopted, but the family wanted to return her because she had nipped the dad twice on the leg. Somebody at CCB talked them down—let them know that’s a behavior that can be corrected—and they decided to keep the dog. My services were not needed.

But by then, I kinda had my heart set on fostering again. The president of CCB said she and the VP would be going to some shelters soon to see who they could pull. After work Monday, I opened my email to find a message saying they had found me the perfect dog, and could I pick her up in the evening?

Yes, yes I could.

Right before I headed out, I saw that the prez had posted about my foster on Facebook. Two things: (1) she had been scheduled to be put to sleep on Monday—whew!, and (2) during the temperament testing, she submitted to and wanted to play with another female dog.

[Prez listed her as Bonita, which I’m not psyched about. If you pronounce Bonita the way it’s supposed to be pronounced, you sound pretentious as shit; if you don’t, Bonita sounds like some fat redneck woman. BowNEEDuh. In the shelter, the dog was Bonnie, but I had a dog named Bonnie growing up, and she looked about as opposite as possible to this dog. I thought maybe ‘Nita. Then, on her Facebook page, she could post, “I ‘Nita fur-ever home!” Get it? Har har. I asked my friends for help. Meg threw out Bonbon, or Easter Bonnet. Shiv suggested Lisa Bonet… I might be calling my foster dog Lisa Bonet.]

Prez also posted a photo.

Clipped ears, nipples for days, but look at that face!
Clipped ears, nipples for days, but look at that face!

One blue eye, and one brown! Gah!

I picked her up Monday night.

Happiness is a new foster dog.
Happiness is a new foster dog.

And so the Foster Chronicles begin again.

The Foster Chronicles: Bonita, Week 1

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