It began like the rest. My daughter texted me a link to a Lucky Dog in boarding that needed a foster family. The link was for a young guy named Russell. He was some crazy mix of boxer and a dozen other things. His head and paws were too big for his body. His ears stuck straight up with one flopped forward and the other flopped back. Russell was the epitome of a pound puppy. 

My Journey Into Rescue began after Hurricane Harvey, and soon afterward Tropical Storm Irma. I saw countless posts on the news about pets in need of homes after the disasters. My family and I had never fostered a dog but had always had dogs of our own. We currently have two small male dogs who love to eat, play, and snuggle together and we knew that other dogs would LOVE to join them so we saw no other option than to begin fostering.

It’s all still very much a blur. I arrived a few weeks ago from South Carolina. They put us in a loud machine for a long time and when we got out this big man picked us up and took us home. He calls me Zena – I have no idea what that means so don’t ask. Before I arrived at my new habitation, I had never been inside before. Although I now know the joys of naps and rugs, it was really confusing at first. I really like this soft sofa the humans call a “dog bed.”