Zeus found a home

Very soon after we returned Zeus to the dog shelter we fostered him for, he was adopted by a couple who lives nearby to the shelter. So yay for Zeus. And yay for us, for I don’t think I could have handled 1 more day of dog house-training and wrangling. One occasion of Zeus awesomeness came when he pooped. In my husband’s shoe. Without anyone noticing until Husband went to put on said shoe to go outside. I was sort of amazed at Zeus’ accuracy. Husband wasn’t so impressed.

Even though Zeus was just 9 lbs, he was a handful, especially since we have 2 other dogs already. Aaaaand I think that’s the end of our fostering career. We have done it twice: once with a 100-lb black dog who was nothing but affectionate; and now with Zeus, a 9-lb 8 month old puppy. It appears size doesn’t matter, because even a 9-pounder like him caused an upset to the delicate balance in our household. For example, our dogs know that when we humans sleep in, they are supposed to as well. I may very well get up and let the dogs outside for a quick pee, but then it’s back to bed and our dogs accept their fate. They easily adapt to our schedule and don’t require a morning walk every day. Yes they would like one, but if it doesn’t happen their world continues to spin on its axis.

Secondly, our dogs know how to behave during feeding time. I put down their food bowls one at a time, and then they scarf down that meal as if they haven’t eaten for a month and don’t expect to again for weeks to come. Easy, done, and no arguments between them because one is trying to eat out of the other’s bowl.

Thirdly, our dogs know the car routine. We often bring them along for a ride when we are running errands. They love it and are very well-behaved in the car. Yes, even the wiener dog is civilized. Hard to believe, I know. Our car routine is thus: We get ready to go out, and tell the dogs they can come too. We open the front door of our house and the dogs run out to the car and wait for us to open a car door. The dogs do NOT run down the street and nearly get hit by a car. Ahem.

Fourth, when we are at work? Our dogs sleep. They don’t chew, they don’t cry, and they seem genuinely happy to begin their daily 8-hour nap until the kids get home from school.

So yeah, fostering is over. It’s not impossible to do even while holding down an outside job, but man. It’s difficult to accept that my free time will be taken up with a high-maintenance (simply because they don’t know our routines) dog.


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