Our First Foster Dog

At last, at last!  We were chosen to foster!

On November 22, we drove to the Phoenix airport to pick up Skywalker, a 3 year old male puppy mill rescue.  (I'll save the puppy mill rant for later but you should know that they are animal abuse.)

I had already twice devoured the Foster Home Handbook provided by CPCRN but still a bit nervous.  Both Paul and I were very excited to meet our new CP kid, Skywalker.  The freight elevator doors opened and we got a glimpse through the crate door of a  little black Cairn. A true Toto!

With paper work finally completed, we took the crate to a secluded and quiet corner of the airport and cautiously cracked the door.  Out came an alert head, ears pricked forward, eyes and nose moving furiously to take in everything.  He was so handsome!  And then he reached out and licked Foster Dad's hand.  Our decision to foster was immediately reaffirmed.

Per experienced-based policy, we could not remove Skywalker from his crate until we got home and were inside the house.  We topped off his water bowls and off to the truck we went for the 2.5 hour trip home.  Skywalker was perfect.  Not a sound, no crate soiling, no car sickness.  Just a very observant Cairn, taking in the sights and sounds of freedom.