Update!

So we fostered a litter or 6-6wk old puppies  (Lila, Baxter, Linus, Lilly, Lucy, and one we called Tyrone, but that’s not what we really named him, lol) from the DDFL. Anyway, they were an insane amount of work. My mom adopted Lilly who is the sweetest girl. It’s nice we still get to see one of our fosters.

We also fostered a Great Dane, Millie. We fell in love with her. Poor thing was sick the whole time we had her. She was adopted to a really good home and my husband is friends with her new owner on Facebook, so we can check in on her from time to time.

Now we’re really taking a break because our dog Caeser is a hellion. That is all.

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As we sadly just parted with Beilie, our old lady foster Dobe, I realized I was starting to forget the little things about the awesome animals we’ve fostered.

So I decided I should write a little something about them.

My first foster was Lucy. She was older, red, cropped, and docked Dobe. She was beautiful and very sweet. She was fun because she had been trained to ring a bell with her nose when she needed to go out. She also had a bit of incontinence, which we learned tends to be a problem with spayed females. She wasn’t a fan of Caesar, our previously adopted dobe from the Doberman Rescue of Colorado. We were going to adopt her until she took out a miniscule piece of Caesar’s ear. We thought this was just shocking and awful. Little did we know how uneventful it truly was, but you know first time “parents” and all. So a very nice man adopted Lucy and after being diagnosed as hyperthyroid, she was put on medication which took care of her incontinence.

My second foster dobe was Jimmy, a large, red, natural, and docked boy. He came to the Doberman Rescue of Colorado with mange. They got him back to a decent state of furriedness and adopted him out. He was returned when his mange came back. We fostered him until he was deemed ok to adopt out again. We were so attached to this huge, goofy looking dog, and subsequently adopted him. The first year was challenging with Jimmy though. I’m pretty sure he was an outside dog, as he doesn’t know how to ask to go out and doesn’t understand when he’s in trouble. Both of which are cute and frustrating at the same time. Jimmy is now almost 6 and doing great.

My husband and I fostered Max in the winter of ’07. He looked like a puppy. So soft and had the cutest face. He was a young, red, docked doberboy with IBS. Lol. SO many mornings we woke up to a needed nasty clean up. Max, or Max cub as we called him. I don’t remember why we called him that, come to think of it… He would sneak on to the couch, whether you were on it or not. He would press his crazy cold, wet nose into your neck whilst trying to snuggle with you. He would also make this sound when he was really excited. I can’t describe it, but I also don’t think I’d forget it either. And often we would come home and say his name like he was in trouble. He would run over to his bed and start squirming around until you went to pet him. He was SO cute. He was also rather dog aggressive too unfortunately. I was concerned when a family with a dog, which he didn’t meet until after the family drove back down to the springs, adopted him. When we asked how he was, the rescue guy just said he was fine. So, we hoped that was true. To this day, Max is the only other foster we wish we’d adopted. We think it’s because he was a more involved foster, what with IBS etc. Funny.

After fostering Max for the winter, we fostered Eva. Eva was a black and tan, natural, docked dobergirl. She drove us crazy. She was chewer. So there were shoes needing replacing, and a couch cover needing sewing. A nice woman who wrote a bad check to the Doberman Rescue adopted her and they never ended up seeing a dime from her. Part of the reason the Rescue now has to close its doors. People writing bad checks for adoption fees: awesome.

We took some time off after Max and Eva. Then in ’08 we fostered three dobergirls. Willow, a blue, natural, docked girl. Lexus and Gretchen, neither of whom I can remember what they looked like. So bad! The reason being that all three of these girls were adopted SO quickly. It was awesome, merely a matter of days. One of them was scared to death of our hardwood floors. It was funny and sad at the same time. We’d have to make a path of fabric for her to get around. All three of these dobes were so sweet. I hope that they are doing well in their forever homes.

Our last foster, Beilie, a black and tan, cropped, and docked old doberlady. We agreed to foster this girl after she was turned and told the Rescue she was 8, when really she was closer to 12 and unadoptable. She was the sweetest girl.

At the same time we acquired Beilie, we started fostering three kittens from the Denver Dumb Friends League, because of losing our 14yr old cat Molly, and we also bought five chickens.

We fell in love with all three kittens (Tiger, Pot Belly (now Ellie/Eleanor), and Little (now Leelu)), but I didn’t want three. One of the kittens had a hold on it so we thought for sure we’d adopt one and take the other two in to be adopted. Well a fiasco started via one of their littermates, fostered by someone else, who died due to FIP. So we were scared that these remaining two kittens wouldn’t be adopted blah blah blah. Well we adopted two, and the third ended up being adopted in a week. So all tragedy, presumably avoided.

We then fostered two more kittens, very sweet beautiful gray boys who came with the names Tony and Tyler. We changed them to Simon and Dexter. They ended up being adopted before even being on the DDFL Web site.   

After all the kittens, we had Beilie still. Until yesterday. She apparently had some sort of catastrophic spinal issue or something of the kind, which caused her to no longer be able to walk. She was in so much pain. My husband took her to be put down. He was with her the whole time.

We’re taking a break from fostering for a while. Let things calm down. Two animal deaths in one year is a lot. We simply had a lot of animal goings on period!

I’m so glad my husband lets us do these things, as crazy as they might seem.