What is Fostering?
A foster home is a home with "someone special" - someone who can take a rescued dachshund
into their home and treat it with
respect and love it so much deserves and needs.
Foster Home Requirements
As a foster home,
you will be required to provide a rescued dachshund with shelter,
love, and discipline.
Any necessary medical attention the doxie may need
(by taking it to a pre-approved vet) will be paid for by 2nd Chance Dachshund Rescue, however,
it must be pre-approved by 2nd Chance Dachshund Rescue (unless
it's an emergency situation).
You will need to
have the ability to give up the dachshund, once we place it in
it's "forever" home. This may be especially hard, since falling in love
with a dachshund is very common.
What 2nd Chance Dachshund Rescue Provides
We will provide the transportation of the rescued dachshunds from the shelter
(or owner turn-in homes) to the foster home.
We will pay for any medical attention the rescued dachshund needs (with the exception of a medical issue or injury that occurs as a result of negligence by the foster parent).
(Only approved vets.)
We will provide guidance and training when needed to help your foster dog adjust while in your care.
We will provide all food, supplements, and dental care products.
Thank you for your
interest in becoming a foster home. Please contact us for more information.
by Unknown Author
My foster dog stinks to high heaven.
I don't know for sure what breed he is.
His eyes are blank and hard.
He won't let me pet him and growls when I reach for him.
He has ragged scars and crusty sores on his skin.
His nails are long and his teeth, which he showed me, are stained.
I sigh. I drove two hours for this.
I carefully maneuver him so that I can stuff him in the crate.
Then I heft the crate and put it in the car.
I am going home with my new foster dog.
At home I leave him in the crate till all the other dogs are in the yard.
I get him out of the crate and ask him if he wants "outside."
As I lead him to the door he hikes his leg on the wall and shows me his stained teeth again.
When we come in, he goes to the crate because that's the only safe place he sees.
I offer him food but he won't eat it if I look at him, so I turn my
When I come back, the food is gone.
I ask again about "outside."
When we come back, I pat him before I let him in the crate,
he jerks away and runs into the crate to show me his teeth.
The next day I decide I can't stand the stink any longer.
I lead him into the bath with cheese in my hands.
His fear of me is not quite overcome by his longing for the cheese.
And well he should fear me, for I will give him a bath.
After an attempt or two to bail out he is defeated and stands there.
I have bathed four legged bath squirters for more years than he has been alive.
His only defense was a show of his stained teeth,
that did not hold up to a face full of water.
As I wash him, it is almost as if I wash not only the stink and dirt away
but also some of the hardness.
His eyes look full of sadness now.
And he looks completely pitiful as only a soap covered dog can.
I tell him that he will! feel better when he is cleaned.
After the soap, the towels are not too bad, so he lets me rub him dry.
I take him outside. He runs for joy.
The joy of not being in the tub and the joy of being clean.
I, the bath giver, am allowed to share the joy.
He comes to me and lets me pet him.
One week later I have a vet bill.
His skin is healing. He likes for me to pet him. I think.
I know what color he will be when his hair grows in.
I have found out he is terrified of other dogs.
So I carefully introduce him to my mildest four legged brat.
It doesn't go well.
Two weeks later a new vet bill for an infection, that was missed on the first visit.
He plays with the other dogs.
Three weeks later his coat shines, he has gained weight.
He shows his clean teeth when his tongue lolls out
after he plays chase in the yard with the gang.
His eyes are soft and filled with life.
He loves hugs and likes to show off his tricks, if you have the cheese.
Someone called today and asked about him,
they saw the picture I took the first week.
They asked about his personality, his history, his breed.
They asked if he was pretty. I asked them lots of questions.
I checked up on them.
I said yes.
When they saw him the first time they said
he was the most beautiful dog they had ever seen.
Six months later, I got a call from his new family.
He is wonderful, smart, well behaved, and very loving.
How could someone not want him?
I told them I didn't know.
He is beautiful.
They all are.
Used with permission by Florida Dachshund Rescue
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