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My journey into fostering could not be told without first rewinding to 17 years ago when I got my first (and only) dog.
After spending the past decade working abroad, I found the transition to being a permanent D.C. resident to be pretty bumpy.
I can’t remember a time when we didn’t have rescue animals. My sister (now a veterinarian) had a lot to do with that!
Before I turned 30, I had a goal to find a way to regularly volunteer with dogs.
Growing up, and to this day, I feel as though I connect better with animals than I do people. At first, my love for animals was limited to dogs (and monkeys).
“Mom said if it’s OK with you we can get a dog.”
You can always find hope in a dog's eyes. I--no we--found that hope one March day in 2013, when we met Ally the Great Dane, 2 weeks after our first meeting she'd become part of our family, and have a beagle brother, and change our lives forever.
My journey into rescue began a few years after my family moved to the United States. As my children grew up, I noticed that I had more and more free time … and I wanted to spend it in a meaningful way.