I sometimes question why I foster dogs when they piss all over my house, poop in every room, and ruin every rug. But when we get a dog adopted that we took in, fostered, and changed to a good pet, the feelings come though so strongly that I know why I foster.
It is still very frustrating to walk through your home at 1am and step in a puddle where a dog has pissed in the night.
We are taking care of a dog that is not a foster. JB is the dog of a friend that is taking a Cruise. We knew of this in January before Atlas was our foster. Mike forgot about that or thought that Atlas would be here only 2 weeks.
Either way, we have 6 dogs in the house. Apollo (aka Goof), Kira. Clifford, and Remy are permanent. Atlas is the foster and JB is the dog we are taking care of.
That is a lot of dogs.