Busy weekend! I’ll try to remember it all.
Friday night I met with the foster coordinator (unrelated to this) and talked with her a bit so she was more aware of the situation. We both agreed a weekend trial would be great. Turns out the dog this weekend actually needs a place to go every weekend because his normal foster mom is gone, so the ideal situation would be he could come here during the weekends if this worked out.
I haven’t spoken to Jane, but I don’t think she wants this dog back. I have a feeling she thinks she just got a “rotten egg,” so she might not be turned off from fostering. I’ll talk to her tonight.
I think she’s comparing the weekend foster to my guy and I don’t think that’s fair. My foster is by far the easiest I’ve had. No accidents, not talkative, sleeps through the night, great with every person and dog, good about his food and toys, and when you’re not paying attention to him, he just sits down next to you.
So foster coordinator brings weekend foster over on Friday night and he remembers my guy. Then Fluffy and Weekend meet and play a little bit. Foster coordinator leaves and Weekend immediately starts whining and barking at the door and in general stressing. Jane asks me what to do, so all three humans take all three dogs on a LONG walk. When we get back, Weekend has settled down. I was busy with my guy at the time, but as Jane was taking Fluffy’s harness off, Weekend ran over to Jane and Fluffy went after him. She separates them and they seem fine. Then it’s bed time.
Weekend is a crier in the crate. It got better as the weekend went on, but it was fairly obvious the first night/day. I was gone for a couple hours on Saturday, so I gave Jane and John the option to take my dog out of the crate if they wanted. They did and everyone got along, but John told me after, “Man, it’s hard to study with three dogs. I don’t know how Jane does it.”
I had all of them out Sunday morning and everyone got along and all napped, but the minute her parents got home, Fluffy hid under the couch. Weirdest thing. They introduced Weekend to their room slowly, and apparently Fluffy was okay with him being on the floor and the bed.
At some point while I was out, Weekend pooped on the floor. I wasn’t overly surprised. As of last night, Jane also believes he has a tapeworm. Foster coordinator is aware of this and will be doing something about it after he’s picked up today.
Saturday night, Jane and John take Fluffy and Weekend to the dog park (this has been foster coordinator approved). There’s a small “under 30lb” section and then the main section. Fluffy is ~25lbs, but usually goes in the main area, both fosters are “small section only.” Apparently Weekend just stuck to Jane’s side the whole time. On Sunday, we all went with Fluffy, Weekend, and my foster. Weekend seemed to have a better time.
When I was there Sunday, a woman brought her 3 or 4 year old daughter in the small dog section (this does not normally happen). I made a comment to John that he should watch Weekend around the kid. John goes over to Jane and says worriedly, “Peaches says Weekend is bad with kids!” I have to explain, no, I just don’t trust little kids and dogs, especially at a dog park, especially with a dog you’ve known for two days!!!
John didn’t seem overly happy with Weekend, because Weekend clung to Jane. Additionally, all of John’s human and dog friends at the dog park are in the main section, and he kept mentioning, “Oh look, Rover and George are here” to Jane, and seemed disappointed that he had to stay in the small section.
This morning Jane went out to the main area and let Weekend out. He and Fluffy were playing, but Jane didn’t close the door to her room. Apparently she had put a piece of ham in a paper towel and left it on the night stand to give to Fluffy later. Weekend goes into the room without Jane knowing, finds the ham and starts eating it. When Jane finds him, he’s eating the ham and ripping up the towel. She grabs for him and he snaps at her. She said she’s fine, but was a bit flustered as I talked to her right after it happened. She crated him right after this.
She did let him out later, as I just left my room to watch Fluffy and Weekend. Apparently she went into the room to change, but left both dogs alone outside her door. O_O They got into a spat about that exact situation yesterday (Weekend is jumping and barking, and Fluffy tries to play with him, and/or Fluffy tries to get him away from the door) and I warned John about it! When Jane came out of the room, I was just staring at the two dogs and told her, “I’m watching them because they got into a little tiff in a situation like this yesterday.”
Jane just left and Weekend’s foster mom will be picking him up some time today. I’ll try to update later after I talk to Jane about how everything went, and address some of the Fluffy food questions then. The SPCA provides food, so Weekend got his normal kibble.