
Wow. That was enough for me - he had to be mine. However, there were a few problems:
1) I lived in a dorm.
2) I had finals coming up in the next few weeks.
3) He was in Tennessee and I was in Clemson.
4) I didn't have any friends who would be able to keep him until I could drive him home to Chicago.
But I couldn't let that stop me. I called the shelter and explained my situation. I agreed to adopt him (against my parents will) and,
Needless to say, he's been my little boy ever since. He is the greatest dog I've ever had and you can tell that he knows he was saved.
Unfortunately, not all dogs are as lucky as my dog Sunny was. For the dogs who end up in kill shelters, they may only get a short time before they are euthanized. And for those who end up in non-kill shelters, they may spend a good portion of their life in a cage, hoping someone will adopt them. It breaks my heart just thinking about.

Near the end of my sophomore year, I worked at an Adopt-a-Thon as a community service event for my co-ed professional business fraternity, Delta Sigma Pi. Our job was to walk around with the dogs available for adoption while people looked and asked questions about them. There were probably a good 25 dogs there, but only 1 dog got adopted that whole day. Near the end of the event, a fellow volunteer was talking about fostering a dog. She had fallen in love with the dog she was holding onto for the day and said something to effect of, "my husband would get really mad if I adopted another dog, but maybe if I just foster her he'd be ok with it". Not really sure what she meant, I asked how fostering was any different from adopting.

Excited by this idea, I called my roommate and asked her to come to the Adopt-a-Thon. We decided we would foster a dog (after all, we were already paying the pet rent for Sunny) and took home a beautiful Golden Retreiver mix puppy. We watched him for a few weeks before he got adopted, but it was a great experience.
Watching them load all of the dogs back into the truck to take back to the shelter was sad. If I could have, I would have taken them all with me. However, I feel like I did my part by keeping at least ONE dog from going back to the shelter. Some people worry that they'll get too attached to a dog, but I think that if you go into it knowing that you'll be giving him away, it makes it a little easier. Of course saying goodbye is hard when you've been taking care of a dog for a while,
Once Ricky was adopted, I left to spend a year in Australia. I couldn't have a dog in my dorm there (and my parents were nice enough to watch Sunny for the year I was gone), but my roommate and I were planning on living together again and fostering another dog for our senior year. Well...that time has come! We're fostering now and we plan on doing it for the entire year. Once I graduate, I'll still

Whether it's fostering or adopting an animal, the experience is incredibly rewarding for both you and the animal. I would recommend it to anyone who is able to do it.