After only 7 days of living with the pup, I got a phonecall that there were a few people who had filled out applications to adopt Blackie. One of the applications came from my hometown, Marblehead!
After a quick phone call, I discovered that one of my Facebook friends had forwarded the info on Blackie to some of her friends, and low and behold, a wonderful couple was ready to adopt.
I brought Blackie over for a visit, and he walked into the beautiful little yard like he belonged there. I almost didn't recognize him. He was so calm and confident -- a big change from the scared little pup who skulked into my yard only a week before.
Dave and Marcia showed us to their home and showed us around. Former dogs were featured in gorgeous oil paintings in the living room. I knew Blackie would be treated very well here.
The adoption took only a few hours, including site check and payment. By dinnertime, Blackie had a new home.
However, there is a sidebar to this story. My poor beautiful yellow lab, who had basically trained Blackie, and loved and nurtured him as a foster mom for a week, fell into a deep funk after the adoption. She was cowering in the basement, and afraid of any loud noise. She wouldn't hardly eat or go out in the yard. Thinking she was sick, I brought her to the vet who confirmed it was psychological. After a few days, Indy got back to her old self. But, I don't know if I can put her through that pain again.
Are my fostering days over? Is there a better way to handle this transition? I will have to think very carefully before fostering a dog in the future. It's sad, because it was such a great experience for me, but one that I can't logically explain to my own dog.
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