As hard as it is to foster a pup and bring it back from the brink of disaster, we who rescue know that the whole point is to find the perfect forever family for them. There are often big hugs and tears when our foster babies go off to their new homes. Sometimes that home is close but sometimes it is miles away in a different country. We stay in touch with the adopters and love to see pictures of “our” dogs. When one gets adopted it paves the way to rescue another pup in need. Read the rest of Rosie’s story…

I knew it was too good to be true. These last few weeks have been like heaven. Great food, friends to play with, a big yard to explore and run around in, what more could I ask for? And then it started, slowly at first and then more intensely. Mom said, “you need to know the rules of the house if you are going to stay with us”. At first, I didn’t know what that meant so I wasn’t worried. First thing was that before I could eat, I had to sit and wait. Yeah, sit AND wait! Do you know how hard that is for a little girl who is hungry and can smell that delicious food right there under my nose? It is excruciating. But I saw the look on mom’s face and the tone in her voice and I knew she meant business.

It didn’t take long for me to figure out that I had to sit and wait for my dinner, I had to sit if I was offered a treat, I had to sit at the door before it was opened for me to go out. I don’t know, it all seems like nonsense to me, but if it makes mom and dad happy then I am ok with it. Besides, if I do it then I get to do what I want.

Now when we go for a walk, I must wear a collar and a leash. I really didn’t like that leash. I looked up at my mom and said, “I am a puppy I should be able to run and jump and do anything I want”. But she just looked at me and kept walking. I wasn’t happy about this leash thing, but I really wanted to be with the pack and walk together. I didn’t take long to get used to it and I actually got pretty good at walking next to my mom, at least until there was a great sniff to check out.

Mom said that learning all these things was to get me ready to be adopted. Adopted? What does that mean? It somehow sounded scary to me. Life was so good here for me, I can’t imagine what I would do if I didn’t have this.

As time passed, my hair grew back, and I found out I was a blonde. Who knew? It was silky and I didn’t itch anymore. I got a new collar and I really felt like a million dollars. Time went on and forgot all about this adoption mom talked about. I played with the girls, dug some holes in the yard, sat pretty, and got treats. I had come a long way from that day on the beach with my pink skin and no home.

One day, some people came to visit that I didn’t know. But I learned that I shouldn’t bark a people if mom said they were ok. So, I just waited to see what was going on. The other dogs were in the house and mom brought me out to meet the people. At first, I was scared, I stayed close to mom. But the nice lady sat down on the floor to talk to me and to pet me. She must really want to get to know me because I usually need to look way up at people. I guess I am kinda short. She and mom talked for a while, and I wanted to go back into the house. But Mom picked me up and gave me to the man. Wow, he had such a nice touch and he smelled good, I couldn’t help myself I just relaxed and settled right into his arms. I knew I was safe.

If this is what getting adopted means, then I am totally all for it.

Epilogue:

Rosie was adopted right here in La Paz and she is now the head of the house with 2 little siblings in her charge. She loves to swim and is fearless about jumping into the pool. Rosie is living her best life thanks to a rescuer, an adopter, and donors who helped make it all happen.