There is a reason we choose to foster kittens and not dogs. For one, kittens are easy. They can be litter trained in less than a week and as long as they have enough toys and things to amuse themselves with, they can be happily contained in the kitten nursery (one of our spare bedrooms). Another reason is that we have a house full of our own fur-kids:
- Kira our dominant female Jack Russell (aka Duracell Bunny)
- Bruno our dominant male rescue “Pet Bull” (aka Brunocerous)
- Smokey, Elliot, Chewbacca, Sylvester and Sweetpea our five rescue kitties
- Fiona, Yoda, Liewe Heksie and Momento our four rescue tortoises
- A myriad of Koi fish
Adding a dog to this mix, albeit temporarily, is tricky and requires some vigilance. Despite this, when Charlie’s plight was brought to our attention this week during a time when all of the registered Aniwell foster homes are full, I didn’t hesitate. My thoughts are that we can manage or make a plan, even if it is just for a few nights, until we can find a suitable foster family to take him in.
I first introduced Charlie to Kira and Bruno through the security gate. I knew Kira, being a well socialised Jack Russel, wouldn’t be a problem. Charlie is merely be a new novel toy for her. Bruno on the other hand, as a rescued Pet Bull, doesn’t have the same outlook on life having missed out on those precious puppy socialisation classes. If this isn’t a challenge enough, at 5 months Charlie isn’t yet neutered which I knew Bruno would not take kindly to. What happened next however surprised me. There was no barking, no growling, not even hackling. They all sniffed eachother through the security gate bars and in no time I had them together in the back garden with Bruno in his harness in case I needed to pull him off! Sure enough, Bruno was doing his usual dominant male posturing which Charlie thought was a bit of a game and was submitting to each and every time – a good thing!
This was my update to the rescue organisation today:
“Charlie is gorgeous and settled in at home with us. Even our Pit Bull doesn’t seem too disturbed by him. Charlie’s not used to cats … or anything that moves for that matter, so he’s being introduced slowly to the cats and the tortoises on a lead. Poor thing hasn’t been socialised at all and is frightened of any sound, movement, foreign object and strange people. He has his heart in the right place so I think he’s going to be easy to rehabilitate. He just needs some structure and discipline … and he’s a quick learner.”
After an exhausting day, we are all settled for the night with Charlie loving his new bed kindly supplied by his foster Granny who had it lying around unused. One has to wonder how anyone could return a special little guy like this!