goodbye, golden pup
Saturday foster dog Goldie went off to live in upper middle class luxury with her new Pacifica-dwelling family. Dan and I had a very hard time saying goodbye to her. Dan almost didn't go with for the exchange, saying that he thought it would be too hard to see her go, but he finally did.
We sat around talking to them for half an hour or so trying to figure out anything that could possibly be the tiniest bit wrong with them so we'd have an excuse to say "Ah ha! Sorry! We will now take her home with US, the only true dog lovers in the world!" But unfortunately there were no warning bells so off she went, confused when we wouldn't let her jump in the back of the Volvo with Ozzie, more confused when the new family put her in their vehicle. Ugh. We felt horrible.
The rest of the weekend was peppered with comments such as "Nothing's the same without Goldie" and "I miss Goldie." We are such retarded softies. I'd really like to foster again, but it really kind of tears you in two. I feel really lucky to have had Judy, another cool chick who fosters dogs regularly, to email me and congratulate us on being such great fosters.
Everything was pretty much worth it though when I talked to Kathy, Goldie's new mommy, yesterday, and she said that Goldie was doing well. Still a little skittish (she was with us, too), but she's prancing around the house with a ball in her mouth, getting car rides to the bait shop, going on long walks on the beach, sleeping on the bed, and in general ruling the roost. Kathy described her as "a princess," "precious," and "perfect" at various points in the conversation. Then she thanked us for helping to save Goldie's life and told us that she was very well loved by everyone in their family.
Dan and I still need to decide whether we're going to foster again. Ozzie seems bored now that she doesn't have anyone to push around, and having a one-dog household seems a little boring.
However, we did vacuum up all of Goldie's white hair and there are no longer sticks being brought in the house or a pup waking us up without fail at 7 a.m. every morning. Those things are nice. And last night when I did my retarded pilates and core stretch DVDs Ozzie only came up and licked my hand a few times, while if Goldie had still been there she would have jumped and slobbered all over me, which is nice and sometimes not nice when you're trying to work on a specific task.
"Do you think Goldie even remembers us anymore?" Dan asked Sunday night. I think she still did on Sunday night. But I also hope that she forgets us soon, and only remembers that she is truly loved by the family that has her, and will be cared for by them forever. And she won't have to worry about having to get jacked around by the doggie foster care machine any longer. Goodbye Goldie!!
We sat around talking to them for half an hour or so trying to figure out anything that could possibly be the tiniest bit wrong with them so we'd have an excuse to say "Ah ha! Sorry! We will now take her home with US, the only true dog lovers in the world!" But unfortunately there were no warning bells so off she went, confused when we wouldn't let her jump in the back of the Volvo with Ozzie, more confused when the new family put her in their vehicle. Ugh. We felt horrible.
The rest of the weekend was peppered with comments such as "Nothing's the same without Goldie" and "I miss Goldie." We are such retarded softies. I'd really like to foster again, but it really kind of tears you in two. I feel really lucky to have had Judy, another cool chick who fosters dogs regularly, to email me and congratulate us on being such great fosters.
Everything was pretty much worth it though when I talked to Kathy, Goldie's new mommy, yesterday, and she said that Goldie was doing well. Still a little skittish (she was with us, too), but she's prancing around the house with a ball in her mouth, getting car rides to the bait shop, going on long walks on the beach, sleeping on the bed, and in general ruling the roost. Kathy described her as "a princess," "precious," and "perfect" at various points in the conversation. Then she thanked us for helping to save Goldie's life and told us that she was very well loved by everyone in their family.
Dan and I still need to decide whether we're going to foster again. Ozzie seems bored now that she doesn't have anyone to push around, and having a one-dog household seems a little boring.
However, we did vacuum up all of Goldie's white hair and there are no longer sticks being brought in the house or a pup waking us up without fail at 7 a.m. every morning. Those things are nice. And last night when I did my retarded pilates and core stretch DVDs Ozzie only came up and licked my hand a few times, while if Goldie had still been there she would have jumped and slobbered all over me, which is nice and sometimes not nice when you're trying to work on a specific task.
"Do you think Goldie even remembers us anymore?" Dan asked Sunday night. I think she still did on Sunday night. But I also hope that she forgets us soon, and only remembers that she is truly loved by the family that has her, and will be cared for by them forever. And she won't have to worry about having to get jacked around by the doggie foster care machine any longer. Goodbye Goldie!!