A local rescue group has encouraged me to foster a rescue dog, and so I agreed. Last Monday I picked up a little schnauzer. Here is what she looked like when I picked her up.
This poor little girl had been in the shelter a long time, and when she came home with me she was suffering from shelter shock. It was like she was trying to climb inside my skin. Slowly she has started to relax, allow herself some space between us and venture forth a bit. I took her for a walk, and I realized that -- for me at least -- that her name is Little Miss Maizey.
Then I had her groomed ...
A very pretty girl.
A possible adoptive family came over yesterday and I discovered that while Maizey likes adults ... children not so much. She was actually aggressive -- growling and lunging. She reacted when the 7-year-old girl climbed into her grandfather's lap. Also when the 10-year-old boy had the audacity to get up off the lawn. That was it ... I pulled the plug. Maizey clearly needs an adult household. A woman called about the dog for her adult son who is just getting married. I declined that too, because I saw that as a time bomb for Maizey. Once the first baby takes a step, Maizey might end up back in the shelter.
People keep saying that maybe Maizey has found her home with me. While I've been getting quite attached to her, I am not ready for a 15-year commitment. My life was so consumed with taking care of Kiwi, I have felt enormous relief to have all that responsibility lifted. When Maizey arrived -- as wonderful as she is -- I realized that I do NOT want to have a dog in my life.
In the meantime, I want to find her a home soon, so it will hurt less when she goes.