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What Is A Foster Home?
A foster home is a temporary home for a Cairn Terrier or Cairn Terrier mix. The majority of Cairn Terriers that come into rescue require a temporary foster home prior to being adopted by a new owner. Without foster homes, the majority of Cairn Terriers that end up in shelters or are abandoned or given up by their owners would be euthanized. Foster homes are the backbone of any rescue program. Your becoming a foster home is most welcome.
How Long Could I Have A Foster Cairn In My Home?
The answer to this question is typically unknown. The length of time a dog is in any foster home depends upon the area in which the dog is being fostered, the condition or age of the dog, and the circumstances that brought the dog into rescue in the first place. Foster home care can be as short as a "Bed and Biscuit" during a transport, but generally it is at least a minimum of two weeks for evaluation, then one or more months before a dog is matched for an adoiption. In the case of a dog that is rescued and who needs medical care or social rehabilitation, it can be much longer. Some dogs do stay in foster care for over a year if they have significant health or behavioral issues. CPCRN does not set an artificial limit to the length a dog will be in care. As a foster home, YOU have the ability to tell us the type of foster dog you can care for and the length of time you can foster.
How Can I Be A Foster Home? I Have No Experience
If you have common sense, general pet knowledge, room for a foster dog and the desire to be a foster home, you can become a foster home once the below application is filled out and you have been approved by CPCRN. We work with you every step of the way so that you never feel that you are without proper direction and guidance in any aspect of your fostering. Please join CairnRescueMentoring@yahoogroups.com: a learning site for those who work or wish to work Cairn rescue. For information about fostering puppy mill rescues, take a look at Rehabilitation of a Puppy Mill Dog.
My Foster Dog is Beautiful
by Martha O'Connor
My foster dog stinks to high heaven. I don't know for sure what breed he is. His eyes are blank and hard. He won't let me pet him and growls when I reach for him. He has ragged scars and crusty sores on his skin. His nails are long and his teeth, which he showed me, are stained. I sigh. I drove two hours for this. I carefully maneuver him so that I can stuff him in the crate. Then I heft the crate and put it in the car. I am going home with my new foster dog.
At home I leave him in the crate till all the other dogs are in the yard. I get him out of the crate and ask him if he wants 'outside.' As I lead him to the door he hikes his leg on the wall and shows me his stained teeth again. When we come in he goes to the crate because that's the only safe place he sees. I offer him food but he won't eat it if I look at him, so I turn my back. When I come back the food is gone. I ask again about 'outside.' When we come back I pat him before I let him in the crate, he jerks away and runs into the crate to show me his teeth.
The next day I decide I can't stand the stink any longer. I lead him into the bath with cheese in my hand. His fear of me is not quite overcome by his wish for the cheese. And well he should fear me, for I will give him a bath. After an attempt or two to bail out he is defeated and stands there. I have bathed four-legged bath squirters for more dog years than he has been alive. His only defense was a show of his stained teeth that did not hold up to a face full of water. As I wash him it is almost as if I wash not only the stink and dirt away but also some of his hardness. His eyes look full of sadness now. And he looks completely pitiful as only a soap-covered dog can. I tell him that he will feel better when he is cleaned. After the soap the towels are not too bad so he lets me rub him dry. I take him outside. He runs for joy: the joy of not being in the tub and the joy of being clean. I, the bath giver, am allowed to share the joy. He comes to me and lets me pet him.
One week later I have a vet bill. His skin is healing. He likes for me to pet him. I think I know what color he will be when his hair grows in. I have found out he is terrified of other dogs. So I carefully introduce him to my mildest four-legged brat. It doesn't go well.
Two weeks later a new vet bill for an infection that was missed on the first visit. He plays with the other dogs.
Three weeks later he asks to be petted. He chewed up part of the rug.
Eight weeks later, his coat shines, and he has gained weight. He shows his clean teeth when his tongue lolls out after he plays chase in the yard with the gang. His eyes are soft and filled with life. He loves hugs and likes to show off his tricks, if you have the cheese.
Someone called today and asked about him, they saw the picture I took the first week. They asked about his personality, his history, and his breed. They asked if he was pretty. I asked them lots of questions. I checked up on them. I prayed. I said yes. When they saw him the first time they said he was the most beautiful dog they had ever seen.
Six months later I got a call from his new family. He is wonderful, smart, well behaved and very loving. How could someone not want him?
I told them I didn't know. He is beautiful. They all are.
A Tribute to Volunteers by Dee Clair - Calgary, Alberta
I greet each day inside my cage
And wait for God to write my page
I wonder if you'll come today?
And let me feel the light of day
My whole life has been dark with pain
And those who caused it -- what did they gain?
They stole my trust, my livelihood
And all because they simply could
I yearn to run through scented fields
Without a cage and lock to yield
To chase a squirrel that can't be caught
To earn a love that can't be bought
But the darkest days have a light
In the quiet mornings that follow night
You come to visit every day
Without a motive, without a pay
You carried me when I was weak
Brought trust I was too pained to seek
You healed my wounds that took their toll
You rescued my slowly dying soul
And now I listen for your voice
Knowing that you're here by choice
You didn't know me at the start
And yet I'm planted in your heart
I'm learning to accept your praise
And not avert my fearful gaze
Forgive me if I cower still
My life has been against my will
I feel that you are growing tired
Within this fight that you've been mired
If you can keep your doubts at bay
It would mean the world if you could stay
I can't predict how this will end
But I know this of you, my friend
You selflessly all played your part
You saved me with your tender heart