Fostering has been such an adventure, from my early days of questioning everything I did when a new dog arrived, to my later fosters where it became part of our norm. But no matter the foster, one thing always remained consistent in my home, Dahlia and Flipflop were my forever dogs and they never felt left out.
My most resent foster, Solo, gained a lot of social attention. His recovery, like so many others, was amazing and he continues to excel with his beautiful family. And when he got adopted, much like when the others did, the ask came in on if I was ready to take another one in.
Except this time, unlike all the others I didn’t say yes, I said maybe……….But Sherri (Royal Canadian Pooch) was not surprised, as when she dropped off Solo I told her he may be my last foster for a while. And as it turned out, I was right.
I was offered a job in British Columbia (B.C.) and accepted it. So what does this mean for my pack and I? Well first of all, YES, I am bringing them with me. I would never leave behind a family member and YES, I do plan to foster again, in the future, but as always my first priority is ensuring my own pack is safe and secure and settled.
Moving to B.C. has been a dream of mine since the first time I visited the province over 20 years ago. Last fall I decided, in 2019, I was going to make my dream come true and made myself a plan on how to achieve it.
Fast forward to now, less than 4 weeks before I start my new job, 2 weeks and two days before I leave Ontario, and 1 week before I leave my current organization. Life is a whirlwind right now. My place is being cleaned out, I have boxes everywhere and through it all I am trying to keep life as normal as possible for Dahlia and Flipflop.
Fortunately for me, Dahlia is yet to notice any change. Dahlia is happy that mommy comes home from work every day and gives her food, walks and pets. Flipflop on the other hand, has noticed and does not like it.
It’s the first big change Flipflop has undergone with me, as he sees me packing up boxes, taking apart furniture and items in our home slowly declining, he needs extra reassurance. I was taking apart a table and he came up behind me and got on his hind legs to circle his two front paws around my neck, his version of a hug, which he gives often. But lately he’s needed more hugs than normal, more snuggles than normal and more mommy time than normal.
I know he will love it in B.C. and hiking the amazing trials out there with me. I don’t think he realizes how he rescued me 4 years ago and that I couldn’t do this move without him because he is my best friend. But he will soon see, when we make our way across the country that when he was told he had a mommy in Canada, it was for life no matter how many changes come our way!