In my last post, I hinted about a possible new member of our family:
This is Link. He is a spaniel mix that I found as a courtesy post through a local rescue. When I inquired about him, I was told that he was up for adoption but also in need of a temporary home, a.k.a. a foster home. His face immediately stood out to me, and I filled out an application asap. I heard back from a volunteer that told me she loved my application and wanted to set up a meeting.
Saturday morning, Rufus and I drove over an hour to meet Link and learn more about him. His very temporary foster mom and I chatted for well over an hour while both Rufus and Link seemed to be cool with each other. Surprisingly, Rufus was not very interested in him but was also totally fine with him in his space. Link is quite timid, so he seemed to appreciate the way Rufus was ignoring him. All in all, it was successful enough for me to agree that I want to (at least) foster him, with the possibility of adopting him in the long-run. He was so kind and shy in the most endearing way. I also loved that he and Rufus were the EXACT same size and had matching jowls, haha.
I told her that I would like to pick him up later in the week. I did not want to take him home that day simply because I didn’t want both him and Rufus in the car together during the long ride home. While the chances are that they would ignore each other, you can never be too careful with dogs in new and stressful situations. So yeah, remember…that was on Saturday.
That same night, she contacted me by email asking if I could come get him the next day. I told her that both of us had to work, but we would DEFINITELY be picking him up by Wednesday evening at the very latest. Once again, she told me that she really liked my application and that she was ok with waiting, but hinted towards me coming as soon as possible to get him.
Sunday night, I got another email asking me if I was still interested. I told her nothing had changed, but it looked like the best day for us to come get him as a family would be Tuesday after work. She mentioned she had a few applications on him and really wanted to find him a good home. I told her once again that I was absolutely NOT flaking out on her, and we would be coming to get Link very soon.
I had great references, experience with timid dogs and training, and I work at a freaking doggy daycare/retail store! I’m not trying to brag, but I consider myself a pretty good catch in the dog fostering/adoption world. This lady was making me feel incredibly uneasy and I started to wonder what her real intentions were with this poor dog.
During my lunch break on Monday, I told her that Alex and I would be coming to get Link Tuesday evening. She did not write me back all day. Late Monday night, I got an e-mail stating that Link had “found a home.” That is literally all she wrote.
Maybe my incredible experience fostering and volunteering for One Tail At A Time has left me spoiled, but this whole ordeal made me livid and completely caught me off guard. While I was not 100% certain that we were going to inevitably adopt Link, I put in my application to foster him and was approved. The most she would have had to continue to have him in her care was three more freaking days. Three days!
All of this being said, I am pretty sad. I really loved this dog’s personality and was hopeful about our future together, permanent or not. I feel as though this woman’s main goal was to get the dog out of her house. I am not saying that the people or person who took him were less qualified than me, but this should have been handled completely differently. I am so disappointed.
At the beginning of this process, my biggest worry was how Rufus was going to take having a new foster sibling in his new environment. It turns out we’ll have to wait and see a little longer.