10/08/2024
My name is Wednesday, and I’m that dog who just doesn’t seem to get it right, even when I’m trying my best. Let me explain–I always get it right in my foster home. There, I’m such a good girl. I listen to instructions, I think I’m a lap dog, I get in there for bear hugs and I take very good care of my little stuffies. I like to deep sleep with my face buried right into the humans’ chests because their heartbeat makes me feel safe. I appreciate my treats, my bed, breakfast, dinner and all of my toys. I remember what it was like to not have these things before coming to BARCS.
But, when it’s time to meet new people, that’s when I always seem to mess it up, even though I don’t mean to.
When I’m outside of my foster home, I’m just not myself, and people get the wrong impression of me. I scream with excitement, I scramble and hyperfixate on just about everything except the people right in front of my face. I just don’t know what comes over me. By the time I’m ready to connect with potential new families, they’ve moved on to meet other dogs. Sometimes, they even act like they’re scared of me, all because of my screams and jumps. I wish I didn’t do that, but I just can’t seem to get it right.
It also upsets all the other dogs at the adoption events, so everyone says it’s best for me to just stay home and sit them out. 😞
Back in April, however, there was a wonderful girl who did take a chance on me and I got adopted. She really loved me, and I loved her too. When we met, she wasn’t startled by me like so many people are. She waited for me to calm down, and I made sure to be an extra good girl–even if that meant I was vibrating heavily while trying to hold my sit. But I did it. I showed her I was going to be a wonderful companion and her best friend. When we got home, I kept all my good manners—my crate training, my potty training, and how I took care of my toys and stuffies like they were my babies. But then something really sad happened. Her job changed, and she had to travel almost 100% of the time. She had to leave faster than she thought, and her job told her she would be gone for months. They didn’t even give us enough time to figure it out. She told me she loved me and didn’t want me to live a whole life with pet sitters, so she asked my foster family if they would take me back.
I really thought she was the one. But now I have to try again.
Next week, I’m coming up on my two-year anniversary of being “Wednesday With No Last Name.” Yes, BARCS and my fosters believe in me and have stuck it out for two years.
But with the shelter out of space and struggling with funding, it’s not fair to other dogs who need a chance too if I can’t find a home. And I know you’re going to ask—“Wednesday, why can’t you just get adopted by your foster family?” Well, they have another dog like me named Short Rib, whose life they also saved from BARCS. We both do not like other dogs, so we have to live “half lives” in the house. I live upstairs, and he lives downstairs. Every day that I’m there, I take his mom and dad away from him 50% of the time.
And that’s not fair to Short Rib. It’s also not fair to me. I want a full-time mom or dad all to myself—and I think I deserve one. But I just need to find the right humans. They can’t have another puppy or any kitties. And I probably will live best with kids who are old enough to understand that I have those little quirks when I’m not at home, and can get pretty bouncy.
The BARCS social media girls have posted me dozens of times, and no one ever shares my posts. We really need it to work this time, so can you please help share my letter? Tell everyone that “Wednesday With No Last Name” is a velco puppy and sure to be someone's next heart dog. Tell them, that I am loyal and won’t ever forget that they are the ones who saw past my flaws and gave me a chance...
..to get it right.
