My first real foster “Cookie”
Fostering dogs is fairly new to me. I have always rescued my family pets from local shelters, but I’ve always wanted to do more. So I made it a goal to become a foster, when the timing was right. That day came last spring. My first unofficial foster was a young male Chihuahua named Oscar. Fostering him went so well that I decided this last fall to officially sign up as a foster mom. I found a local rescue that looked to be the perfect fit for me. Once I filled out all of the necessary paperwork, I anxiously awaited the phone call that would bring my next foster. I was so excited! A few days passed, and the call finally came. I was ready, my husband? Not so much! He knows how deeply I love animals and was convinced we would end up adopting every dog that came through our doors! I assured him that we would only be fostering, but little did I know that my very first foster fail (where a dog is adopted by the foster parent instead of fostered lol) was on her way to my house!