A Post from FosterDad – December Edition

Juliana recently had her 1 year anniversary of fostering. Zabora, Baxter, Otis, and the occasional short term visitor have made this past year much different than the first few years we were together. Juliana loved all of the dogs that passed through her door. Some she handpicked, others picked her.

None of them picked me.

Don’t take this the wrong way, because I love dogs and have had a great time helping Juliana take care of these pups, but I never felt connected to these dogs at a deeper level. Juliana would have the first few days with the dog and because of our schedules we wouldn’t have much time to see each other. By the time I was able to interact with the dog, it was as if there were two sides and the dog had already chosen Juliana’s. I honestly never felt included.

And that was mostly my fault.


This changed when Juliana brought Charlie home for a week. I was able to be around the first days he was in the house, but I was also able to hang out with Charlie alone. We spent a morning together working on his hesitation with basements. We built trust and team work (AKA I gave him a lot of yummy food), and this made it easier for Juliana since I was actively engaged with the dog (not that I completely wasn’t with the others).


My point is, taking care of a dog is a group effort. From picking out a dog to training a dog everyone needs to be involved. With Christmas coming up here is an important reminder: it can be okay to give a pet as a gift only if you let the receiver pick out which pet to adopt rather than letting it a be a surprise. As much as we love to relish in the excitement of a surprise, an animal should never be a surprise. And after welcoming a new member to the family be sure to involve everyone. It’ll be better for the pet, and better for everyone else.


Happy Birthday, FosterDad!

Today is FosterDad’s birthday! Unfortunately we can’t spend it together because I am here at AFF and he is out of the country for work, so I wanted to do a little celebration on the blog. Happy Birthday to the man who is supportive of my fostering endeavors, often stuck behind the camera, usually picking up after me and my dog, understanding of (and joins me on) my crazy dog schedule, and happy to help me in whatever way he can. I couldn’t do this without you – so happy to be on this journey with my best friend!

Pennsylvania Pittie

I got to spend a lot of time with my two favorite golden furballs this weekend! You met Seamus and Profitta back in October and in FosterDad’s guest post. They’re my boyfriend’s dogs, and we hung out with them while visiting his parents in PA. They are, as always, beyond adorable.

Profitta – Age 11. Laid back, wise, and still mischievous.

Seamus – Age 6. Playful, happy-go-lucky, and Mark’s shadow.

In between snuggling with these two, I also got the opportunity to go check out a local rescue! I fell in love with the most darling pit bull named Everest. Can you guess why I took such a liking to this little guy, even before I met him? (Sorry about the iPhone photos.)

Yes, he is nearly the spitting image of Mr. Baxter! He’s a little stockier, but that big black pittie smile had me doing a double take. Everest is such a sweetie. When I met him he ran up to the fence of his outdoor running looking for ear scratches and baby talk. To my delight, we got to go inside and spend some quality time with him. I learned that Everest has an affinity for laps and TLC (what pup doesn’t?), and totally soaks up affection. He is happiest right here:

A self-proclaimed lap dog, Everest would make a wonderful companion for someone looking to give an amazing dog a new chance at love. He’s never lived in a home before so he’s got some manners to learn, but his potential shines right through in his dazzling personality. If you’re in the Philadelphia area and think you know of someone who might be interested in adopting this sweet boy, email me at peacelovefoster@gmail.com. I would scoop him up in a heartbeat if I could!

An Otie-Note to My FosterGrandpa

Yesterday was Father’s Day. Many of you probably celebrated surrounded by your loved ones, whether in person, in dog, or in spirit. I don’t yet have a forever family, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t have some great Dads in my life right now. I’ve already told you guys how much I like my FosterDad, but I haven’t really filled you in on my feelings about my FosterGrandpa.

My FosterGrandpa is very special to me. Word on the street is that he doesn’t exactly consider himself a “dog person” like his daughter is, but it sure seems like he is an “Otie person.” You see, FosterGrandpa works from home so we spend long days together while everyone else is working from not-home. He lets me out to do my business and every once in a while we take breaks and sit outside on the back deck together, soaking up the sunshine and the fresh air. I’ve even started going downstairs and hanging out in his office with him instead of my staying on my usual couch roost. We, ya know, keep each other company. It’s really nice.

I’m a lucky dog because FosterGrandpa does a lot to make life easier on Mama so that I can stick around. FosterMama knows that if it were not for FosterGrandpa and FosterGrandma, she could not take care of needy pups like me. I believe it was only a mere three days after my half-brother Barley passed away that FosterGrandpa started allowing foster dogs into his house and his heart, and for that I am very thankful. FosterMama says that it makes her happy every day when she sees FosterGrandpa interact with the temporary pups that come through their home – me included.

So, Happy Father’s Day to the greatest and hopefully only FosterGrandpa I will ever know! Thanks for taking such great care of me and sneaking me the good treats before dinner.

For more information on adopting Honey Bunches of Otis, go to his Adopt Me page to learn more about him and how to get in touch.