I have always loved animals. Most of my life I have worked at veterinary hospitals or pet stores. But for the past seven years, I worked as a preschool teacher, and the place I lived during that time did not allow pets. Needless to say, I was yearning for some dog companionship. So after I bought a house, I decided to foster a dog. I wanted to help animals and get a little experience being a dog owner. I had checked out the foster programs of several local animal groups, and I decided to foster with Precious Animal Welfare Society of Michigan in Riverview, Mich.
P.A.W.S. had me fill out a foster application, and then visit the shelter to see if I could find a dog that was compatible with my family life. I have a cat and a 10-year-old son. I knew I was not interested in a puppy. The kennel assistant showed me the dogs and asked what I was looking for. I told her I wanted a calm dog for my first time fostering. You can imagine the scenario: A calm dog at a shelter? There, all dogs are barking loudly as if to say, “Look at me, take me!” The shelter assistant knew exactly the right dog for me. She marched me over to a pit bull-type named Candy. A pit bull-type! I don’t have any problems with the breed, but I know the breed discrimination surrounding them. How was I going to foster a pit bull-type, let alone find someone to adopt her?
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