As many of you may know by now, my mama keeps a blog to talk all about the many dogs that she brings into
my our house, in hopes to help them go to a forever home. As you might guess, this is also a priority for me as the resident forever dog. You see, I was a very Lucky Dog when I was adopted, because my mama and daddy decided to adopt me before they even MET me. They just saw my picture on the internets and recognized my lovable snuggleness all the way to the South Carolina shelter I came from, and decided to adopt me in what the Lucky Dog people call an “off transport” adoption.
Believe it or not, I actually really like being a foster brother. I am a naturally sociable dog, and enjoy having an extra doggie around to
entertain me play with when I am looking to chase, wrestle, or tug with something other than my humans. Also, sometimes our fosters come to us and are a little bit shy and unsure of things (I get it, I was pretty scared when I got out of the shelter too) – so I like to show the nervous fosters that life is pretty good, and help them learn that lots of people in this world are good and want to take care of them and give them lots of treats, toys, cuddles, and love. Also, mama always seems to buy more delicious yummables while she helps the fosters in their training, and never likes to leave me out, so I also get to enjoy a wide variety of snacks (even though mama makes me work for them too).
Fostering has its perks, but I will say the one part of fostering that proves challenging is sharing my bed. You may not think a 16 lb Jack Russell Terrier needs a lot of bed space, but you would be wrong. As you can see, I am quite capable of taking up an entire queen sized human bed all my myself.
Lots of the time, mama brings home girlfriends for me. And I do quite love sharing my beds (mind you – bed is a bit of a relative term for me – sometimes my bed is actually a bed, and sometimes it is a couch or human lap) with the lady fosters, and having an excuse to cuddle up close to them, as is demonstrated by my former foster girlfriends, Cora Beth, Suga, and Loopy.
Sometimes though, Mama disappoints me a little and I come to find out that she’s brought me home a boy foster. They’re okay, I guess, but I am just not smitten for them the way I love the ladies. But, Mama usually has a very good reason for explaining why we’ve been asked to look after our new foster, so I adapt pretty easy. One such boy dog is my current foster brother, Balton.
Balton has been living at our house for almost 7 months, which is longer than I have EVER had to share a bed with a foster.
As you might guess, this is a less than ideal situation to find myself in, but I have learned to adjust in the sharing of sleeping spots. Sometimes, we are able to split the distance and have our own special spot on the bed.
Sometimes, Balton sleeps in the very spot that I want to sleep in, and I have to make him into a bed (he actually is quite comfy).
And sometimes, I have to remind him that the beds are mine, and that he needs to not get TOO comfy, because he needs to get adopted and find a bed of his own.
Please help Balton find a bed of his own. Email my mama at LynnH@luckydoganimalrescue.org or check out http://www.luckydoganimalrescue.org/adopt/adoptable-dogs