So here's Tucker , resting peacefully on the couch. His belly is full from breakfast, his wounds are healing...his eyes flutter open and his tail thumps briefly as I walk into the room. It makes my heart feel good when I look at him.
This is when fostering becomes REALLY difficult. To me, he looks like he belongs here and he is probably beginning to feel the same way. How can I possibly uproot him again? How can I send him on to yet another place to adjust to? He has come so far with me...
The answer lies in the faces of the 5 other dogs in my house. They are not visibly stressed by Tucker being here. They are eating, playing and following their normal routines. But a 6th dog is...well...a 6th dog! It means my time is divided that much further. It means that they have that much less of me... and me of them.
I will not lie. I am pretty attached to Tucker. He is very endearing. He is sweet. He is a big goomba! Will he miss me when he moves onto a permanent home? I think so. I know I will miss him. I know I will cry. But I have to believe that there is someone out there that will love him like I do and perhaps, that someone will have more of that love available to give him. He deserves more than being one of six.
- my dogs, my world
- My name is Lesli Hyland. In my forty seven years on this earth, my home and my heart have been graced with the company of twenty dogs. Many came to me as seniors. All of them taught me something and helped determine the course of my life. I am a dog trainer because of them. I met my friends because of them. My husband and I are are forever bonded by our mutual connection to them. As a dog trainer I have access to other people's dogs and I am allowed to share in their unique relationships. The dogs make me a better person by forcing me to closely examine my motivation, my actions and my choices. Everything I do affects their behavior, safety and happiness. It is an awesome responsibility. The dogs keep me honest.