Hi everyone, it’s Mabel! Once again, I’m going to apologize for my posts being inconsistent. We’ve had a crazy month, both good and bad. But I won’t bother you with the super personal stuff. Instead, I want to talk about our fourth foster dog: Lennard!
So, at the rescue we volunteer for, you’re not allowed to adopt your first three fosters. I suppose they want to make sure you’re committed to fostering and not just looking for foster until the right dog comes along. But anyway, since Lennard was our fourth foster, we could’ve adopted him if we wanted. And believe me, Molly really thought about it.
We’re unsure what breed Lennard is, but he’s a tiny little thing. He was rescued from an abuse situation. His humans moved away and left him and his dog siblings behind. I don’t know the details, but it looks like one of the other dogs attacked him. He has big scars on his head, he’s missing fur on his ears, and he’s covered in scabs. So, as you can imagine, he was terrified when we first brought him home.
Surprisingly, Lennard never showed fear toward dogs though. He was hesitant around new people, but he warmed up to Molly right away. He followed her everywhere and became very cuddly with her. Of course, I was jealous, but I let it slide since he had a rough start to life.
Lennard reminded Molly a lot of her first dog Zoe because he didn’t know how to act like a dog. He didn’t play with toys, he didn’t understand dog beds, and he seemed to have never been on a walk before. But every day, he grew more comfortable around people and he started to seem less nervous. In fact, he was the first foster dog that I didn’t bark at when I met him. The only thing Lennard never got used to was the crate. He was terrified and would whine it it the whole time. We suspect that maybe when his old family left him, they kept him locked in a crate, which would explain his panicked reaction.
He seemed like a perfect dog for Molly. She probably would’ve adopted him right away, but she knows that dogs can be expensive. So, she decided to wait and see if anyone else wanted him. Then she would know if it was meant to be or not. As usual, the first three applicants were able to meet him if they wanted. Two applicants decided to pass on him, but the third wanted to adopt him. And she seemed like a great fit for him!
As much as Molly loved Lennard, she knew he would be just as happy with the applicant who wanted to adopt him. So, last weekend he went off to his forever home. I’m sure it was a big adjustment for him since he attached to Molly so quickly, but I know in the long run he’ll be happy.
Dogs like Lennard are one of Molly’s favorite parts of fostering. She loves taking in dogs with sad pasts and showing them what love is like. Seeing Lennard’s progress was heartwarming, even if it was for a short amount of time. I can only imagine how far he’ll come in his forever home!
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