The new foster

I look into your eyes, so full of hope as they gaze at me unwavering. I can see and I can feel your longing to love and trust - and I can feel your apprehension.

 

I watch as you tentatively step in the room, the feel of carpet soft and unfamiliar, the coolness of the air a balm to your soul. I detect a tiny quiver of excitement - "What is this place? Do I get to stay here?"

 

Endearingly you touch the toys with your nose - "Is it all right - are these for me?"

 

Your eyes flicker back and forth watching the others. "They're not scared - should I be?"

 

With abandon they play and bark, romping and rolling in the grass and still you watch with caution, too shy to take part. They race back in the door - as a pack and in order. You see the big male, the little female. Then the juvenile. "I had a family once."

 

You've taken in much and are now weary - it's time to sleep.

 

New night sounds greet you, but they are soft, reassuring sounds. The others settle in around you, quiet words spoken to all. A cat glides by in silence.

 

Gently I stroke your head. Sleep the sleep of innocence, little one and rest well.

 

Morning comes and I watch you test the wind. Your muzzle is moist with dew. There is so much beauty in you. I am in awe of your spirit, your resiliency.

 

Yes, that is your food, and fresh water is here. With renewed strength comes courage.

 

Your eyes thank me, and you nuzzle my hand with your velvet nose. With a bound you join the others, gently touching one with your paw - the juvenile. Your reward is a play bow and I watch as you run with abandon - joy in your eyes.

 

Welcome, little foster dog.

 

(Lonesome Dove)