Carrying on the greyhound theme. . . .

So in October 2008 we brought our first foster home and adopted him in December. This is called 'failing fostering' in the adoption/rescue world. ;") We failed most happily! Afterward, I asked my group if we could have some time off to adjust to our new addition. They agreed as things were slow over Christmas, and we didn't expect to be fostering again until the snow started to thaw. And then in the first week of February, I received an email from our group's president, E. That first email was hurried, along the lines of, "getting a dog returned; apparently he bit some kids but I have doubts. Stay tuned". And I did. By the end of the day, we had the full story. Five years ago, our group had rehomed a male greyhound to a newly married couple. They'd come across as smart and willing to learn all about greyhounds. When asked if they were planning on having kids, they said they were but demonstrated knowledge on how to manage children and dogs. We recommended a dog that tested small kid safe and everyone was happy. Fast forward to January 2009: the husband contacts the group claiming the dog bit one of his kids and he wants him gone NOW. E gets in touch with the guy, arranges a pick up, and brought the dog back. "Will you take him, Gemma? He knows stairs!". Sure, I said, bring him round.

( And so Brett became our second foster dog. )

I just got word that Brett has been adopted. :)

He will always have a special place in my heart as the first foster I let go. My sweet little dumbass. My special moron. My dopey puppy. I'll love and remember you always. Hopefully this home really is forever! You deserve it.



(I did not cry handing him over, but I must confess to being misty eyed right now!)