This foster stuff is hard work sometimes, trying to figure out what’s going on and how I can fit in. I like it though. At the end of a hard day of foster training I love going into the bedroom with the whole pack and lying down on my very own dog bed for a long night’s sleep.
When it starts to get light, I join my dog brother Beau and help him to wake up Foster Dad to tell him it’s time for our first walk and then breakfast. That’s all for now everyone, I’ll let Foster Dad get on here. Thanks for reading about me!
Foster Dad here. Emmy is a joy to have as part of our pack. She is a unique combination of scared, affectionate, and curious. Her fears are of the unknown—and almost everything about her life in our home is new to her.
Based on our previous experience with retired breeder girls, we will give her the time and space to work her way through all of these new experiences. It always takes time but, two steps forward and one back, she will figure all of this out.
Emmy is one observant girl. By day three she had figured out on her own that she was supposed to sit to get treats. She also caught on quickly that Foster Mom was a good bread baker and Foster Dad was sometimes careless about not putting the fresh loaves in the center of the table.
Two bread loaves and one peanut butter sandwich have quickly and quietly disappeared from the table in the past two weeks.