My 14th foster – Jinny

Jinny’s family let me know that Jinny crossed the Rainbow Bridge today.

“Our family said good-bye to our beloved Jinny today. We adopted her from the MN-WI Collie Rescue organization when she was 5-6 years old in April of 2012. We will always remember Jinny as a kind and gentle dog. Saying good-bye is so hard, but we are so grateful for the years we had with her and all the wonderful memories. RIP dear girl.”

You can read more about her here. They’re all special, but Jinny was extra special.  He surrendering family had too many pets and weren’t giving Jinny much attention, and felt she wasn’t good with children. I didn’t see it while fostering her and Brad and Amy decided she would be perfect for their family. Their daughter was a toddler and Jinny took to her immediately. They were the definition of BFFs. Jinny thrived in their home so full of love. I am so thankful they adopted her.


Hopefully fostering again soon

As some of you may know, I haven’t fostered for almost two years. In October of 2015 I tore my right Achilles tendon, then tore the left one a few months later in January. I spent the next six months falling over. Luckily didn’t break anything. I did acupuncture all last summer which helped with the pain and circulation, but not the flexibility. This past spring I started a therapy program through a chiropractor that has had really good results. I’m still a bit of a teeter-totter, but I’ve been able to take my own dogs for longer walks and the more I can walk, the more I strengthen the tendons. It’s been an extremely slow process and I’m not sure if I’ll ever be 100%, but it is progressing. Last summer I could walk one dog at a time just across the street to the park and back. This summer I can walk both dogs around the park.

This has kept me from fostering as I didn’t think I would be able to handle another dog, but I feel I’m strong enough again, finally, so I notified Mary, letting her know I was available for fostering. I’ve done some groups of puppies, waiting for transports and I hope to do that again, but I’m fully ready to take on real fosters.

Stay tuned!



When I fostered Jinny, her surrendering family said she didn’t like children and they had a houseful. That she would snap at them. My instincts told me they didn’t give her the attention she deserved. In my house I found her to be one of the most sweetest and gentlest of collies. You can see it in her face here.

This is another example of why fostering is so wonderful. To bring in a dog that was completely misunderstood and find a family who can nurture the heart of the dog.


eb7fb-baron_0175b15dBaron was my second foster dog, fostered in August, 2009 (before I started this blog). He came into rescue as a stray, running around Barron, Wis., for several weeks before someone caught him, closing him in their garage. He was transferred to MWCR from the county humane society. I drove up there and was told he was a high flight risk. We double leashed him and carried him to my car. Decided Baron was a good name for him on the drive back. It took KJ pushing him from behind and me pulling from the front to get him out of the car. He was literally fur, skin and bones. I don’t remember him needing a lot of house-training, so guessing he spent time inside, but his history was a complete mystery.

He spent the first week in my closet, but gradually came out of his shell, gaining confidence each day. When I write about fosters who give a visible sigh when they realize they are safe, Baron is who I think of. He was adopted by people in Iowa, who knew he needed patience and through their care has really blossomed.

baronHis owner sent this picture to the rescue’s Facebook page today, saying he loves to have his picture taken. I love these updates!

Future adoption!

Tennyson has an adopter! They came to visit him last night. A family with three young girls, they will be BFF’s. They plan on picking him up on Friday or Saturday morning. He was rather shy with them, but I think he was mostly just sleepy from a full day of activity.

When it was bedtime, he went into the kennel and passed out until his 4 a.m. trip outside, then back to sleep quickly. I failed at 6:45 a.m., though. I did get up and took him outside, but I wanted more sleep! I knew he wasn’t going to settle back down and since the house is pretty much puppy-proofed, I let him stay loose and crawled back into bed. I left the hall light on so I could see what he was up to for the most part. He played with Rodgers. I didn’t wake up until 10:30! Even w/o a puppy, I haven’t slept that late in a long time.

I got up to find the house intact and no accidents. Just duty on the papers by the deck door. What a good puppy!

toyIt’s been nonstop play ever since. He went down to the basement to grab more toys. The light is bad, but you can tell he’s chosen to be a Packers’ fan.

This afternoon is a trip to the vet to get his microchip inserted. I also need to grab some candy in case any kiddos come trick or treating. We don’t get many, but usually a few.

Constant chewing

tennyson2When I got home last night, KJ had Tennyson in the pen in the basement. I heard him from the garage and asked if he was in the pen and he said, “yeah, I got tired of watching him’. My thought was, lucky he’s not a human baby!

After a restless Friday night, he passed out shortly after putting him in the kennel and didn’t wake up until about 4. I got up, took him outside, did his business and back to bed and he let me sleep until 7:30.

I have now spent the morning getting after him for EVERYTHING. He has approved things to chew on, but he’d rather chew on the carpet, corners of cabinets, toes, Brett, Rodgers and his favorite are the chair rungs. He is a busy boy. It’s hard to get pictures because he isn’t still for very long.

Good first night alone

rogersandtennysonI got home from work, opened the door and the chorus started up. Brought Tennyson outside to walk around in the grass and he peed. Came in and played with him for a bit. My son had brought the kennel into the living room (I asked him to bring it to my bedroom), so I dragged it up the stairs, got a blanket in, then let him run around more, put him in the kennel and settled in for the night. There was crying. You know when kids know exactly how many times to bug you about something before you give in? I knew I just had to beat that time and we’d be fine. After about what felt like hours, but was probably only 20 minutes we achieved sleep. And slept until 7 a.m.!

Out of my warm bed, I carried him down to the basement for doggie duty. I decided I would do this instead of going outside, mostly because I knew there was big doggie poop in the yard from last night and I didn’t want to step in it in the dark. Plus, I’m thinking, Tennyson already goes on the newspaper down there in the pen. And when I clean the pen, he goes on the papers set outside the pen . . . it worked.

Sitting with my coffee, now later and I’m going to leave the basement gate open and we’ll see if he goes down there on his own. He loves to chew on the carpet and can go up and down steps like a champ. The force is strong in this one 🙂


The puppies arrived Sunday night right on schedule. I had everything ready to go. We got collars on them and straightened out as to who was who and who was going where. Had a houseful with several people stopping by to get a puppy fix and snuggle.


KJ with Dickens

It was a puppy party!

Once everybody left, we got them into the pen and it was time to pass out.


On Monday I took two to local foster homes. Monday evening, two former swim students of mine came over to visit.

kendal kevin

Tuesday and Wednesday were regular days of playing, cleaning, playing, cleaning, going to work, coming home, playing, cleaning, sleeping!

This is after cleaning, hoping to come back out:


This morning was transport to Wisconsin for everybody except Tennyson, who got a bath and spent time upstairs until I had to go to work.


Took a quick video. Brett gets too rough and Tennyson eventually came running to me for protection. Such a sweetie. I already want to keep him! But no. I do not need three dogs.

I left him in the pen crying like he was dying, all alone where there used to be so many. I’m going to have him sleep in a kennel in my room overnight so some house training will start. I believe he has an adopter, details just need to be worked out.