We’ve been fostering dogs since last October. There are a few things that went into our decision to become fosters. First and foremost, we wanted to help dogs that needed homes. Second, we wanted to give our dog, Sebastian, some playmates–without the long-term committment that would come from adopting another dog. The first two dogs we fostered — Molly & Milo — were adopted really quickly. We had Molly for a couple of weeks, and Milo was only with us for a week.
Then we met Chelsea — who became our foster on Thanksgiving weekend, 2007. Chelsea was a skinny little lab/pit bull mix with an incredible amount of energy. Here’s the description of her from the Atlanta Lab Rescue site:
Chelsea is a 7 mos old female black lab mix shaping up to be quite a lovely girl. Chelsea’s story is not so very different than that of countless other black dogs – she was never cared for, discarded and passed over time and again in the shelter, through no fault of her own. No rhyme or reason, just a persistent, stubborn curse that continues to haunt black dogs. Thankfully for her, our volunteer looked into her eyes and connected with Chelsea’s lost soul. Little did we know, behind those serious intelligent eyes, the most wonderful, whimsical girl was primed and ready to unfold. And it has been quite a metamorphosis! She’s lithe & lean and her movement is marked with playful unreserved pep. She’s primed to play at a moments notice, every dog is her friend, every outing an opportunity to meet potential playmates. She LOVES people. She’s studious and seems to get everything on the first take – listens intently and responds quickly, with an innate sense of what she is to do, no matter whether she has done it before. She wants so much to please and prove herself – we don’t need a bit of convincing – but we do understand why. Dogs rescued from the shelter are often overly eager to please, they have fundamental security issues and an absolute desire to belong and be longed for – she is no exception. There’s so much left for us to behold, but another black beauty is always waiting in the shelter wings and calling to us and Chelsea wants us to answer that call. We can only do that with your help, so now that she is out of the shadow & into the light, wearing a smile that only freedom and happiness could bring, we are bringing her front & center – right where she has always belonged.
Nothing in that description was wrong exactly – Chelsea got along great with our dog, did love people, and was very smart. The thing is that when she was on a leash she would go crazy when she saw other dogs. She’d bare her teeth at them and start barking aggressively. I don’t know if this happened because of something we did after we got her, or if it was ust some weird dog neurosis that she was born with. It did make showing her at the monthly adoption days pretty tough, though, since we were surrounded by other dogs, where Chelsea wasn’t at her best.
We had Chelsea living with us for 7 months, and considered adopting her ourselves many times. She’s a sweet, goofy dog with a lot of personality. She’s so energetic that she could be draining sometimes, but that was also part of the fun. B.J. and I both came to love her and her sweet personality. It hurt that no one else was able to see how special she is.
Last Friday, I had the day off work. I got a phone call from the rescue group’s adoption coordinator saying that there was someone really interested in Chelsea – who had had a lab/pit mix in the past. The thing was that this person worked at a doggy daycare place, and Chelsea would need to be aggression tested to see how she’d do with a bunch of other dogs, because she’d be staying in this doggy daycare all day during the week. I had a little apprehension about how she’d do on the aptitude test, but owed it to her to take her out there to see.
I dropped her off at the place so they could do the test without me around to influence things. I made the 20 minute drive home (the testing was supposed to last 2 hours). About 20 minutes later, just when I was getting off the freeway, I got a call from the doggy daycare place. It was so quick, that I thought it was going to be bad news. I was quickly put at ease, though, when the person on the other end said that Chelsea had passed with flying colors, and that the woman who worked there wanted to adopt her.
We had Chelsea for about a week after that, while her new home was prepared. Early friday morning, B.J. and I took Chelsea to another part of town to start her new life. Even though we both miss her and are sad to see her go, I feel like this is probably the absolute best home that Chelsea could have found. The new pet-parent (I hate all the terms around dog ownership, but I guess that’s the “best”) is really good with dogs, and is going to train Chelsea much better than we ever would. I think she’s going to have a great life, and the 7 months she was with it were all worth it.
We’ll miss you Chelsea, but are also very happy for your new life – we’ll never forget you.