Our foster puppy, Josie, went for her trial run about a week and a half ago, and unfortunately it wasn’t the right match. So she’s coming back to us tonight. I’m completely heartbroken that it didn’t work out, and I know the people who were going to adopt her are too. But, this is exactly why we do trial runs – sometimes it just isn’t the right match.
It seems as though Josie developed pretty bad separation anxiety during her trial run. Whenever she was left alone, she would completely scream bloody murder in her crate… for hours on end (seriously, they videoed her!). Since they rent and are in a townhome with a shared wall, they just weren’t equipped to handle that, and I don’t blame them for the hard decision they made to return her to us. I know they loved her, and it truly was the most selfless thing they could do – to recognize that they weren’t equipped to handle her needs, and that she wouldn’t be happy being alone all day without either a human or canine companion to keep her company. She will probably need to go to a home with other dogs, or a home where someone is home enough during the day to positively condition her that being alone isn’t the end of the world.
I feel terrible about this, like there’s something I could have done to better prepare her. I always had her crate right next to Stewie’s, and it just never even occurred to me to separate them. She never had much of a problem with us leaving when we had her, but then again, she never was truly alone, because she had Stewie and Maggie to keep her company during the day.
So, we’ll be taking it slowly, moving her crate farther and farther away from Stewie’s until she is comfortable being in another room by herself. It’s going to take a lot of work, and I wish I had thought to do that before, but you know what they say about hindsight…
It was bittersweet to let her go, and it’s equally as bittersweet to welcome her home again. I have missed her so much, but I was also really hoping her new home would work out for her. I don’t know how I can possibly let her go twice, but I do believe everything happens for a reason and that she will find her perfect home, eventually.
Welcome back, little girl.