What a dog taught me about foster care
J.C., the sweet angelic boy I wrote about last time, lived with us along with his sister for 16 months until they were reunified with their parents. During the time we fostered them, J.C. refused to go on the “big boy potty.” Try as we might, nothing worked. Bribes, sinking cereal, promises of great presents and the potty dance all left him amused, and us exasperated.
One day, J.C. decided he wanted a puppy to add to the organized chaos we called home. With my fingers crossed, I told him …Continue reading this post

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