Fostering dogs

Since settling at the McHaney Acres, I have decided to take on fostering dogs for local rescue, SandiPaws. SandiPaws takes in local surrenders  but most of its work is focused on saving lives from high  shelters in Alabama. There is a great network of people down south that pull dogs from shelters and evaluates street dogs/strays for foster and adoption up here. I struggle to understand how our human species can treat such loving souls so poorly. But there are a special group of people that have such redeeming qualities.

My first foster arrived  couple weeks ago. His name is Max Man and his breed is best known as Alabama Brown dog.  But some of those dog breed analysts think he is a greyhound/plott hound mix. Personally, my vote is greyhound/boxer. Truly, it doesn't matter. He was scared shitless coming to Wisconsin after a year long stay with his foster in Alabama. She nursed him through heartworm treatment. His first days with us, he never left his crate. But only a few days later he started to settle in. Jordy, my personal dog loves him. The boys adore him and Harold says not much (that is huge). In two short days, he is going to meet his (hopefully) forever family that has a Rhodesian Ridgeback, and two 11 year old twin girls.  Right now, I am not sure if I am cut out for fostering. My heart for these souls are so soft. But I need to remind myself that for every dog that leaves adopted, another one is saved from a lonely life and death not knowing love and kindness.