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 Paw Light An Eskie Rescuers United (ERU) foster parent provides a temporary home for one or many of our rescued Eskies. The length of fostering can vary from a few days to a few months depending on the amount of care or training needed and the length of time the foster home is able to care for the Eskie. The care and devotion given during this time gives our beloved Eskies a second chance to be adopted by a loving forever home.
 Paw Light The rewards of being an Eskie foster parent are plentiful – you are offering an Eskie in need a second chance at life and the added bonus of receiving the love, attention (and Eskie kisses :o) right back from the dog that you nurture.
 Paw Light We need fosters desperately, the shelters are over-flowing – there isn’t a week that goes by without ERU preventing many beautiful and adoptable American Eskimo Dogs from being euthanized because of our network of foster homes. But we are filled to the brim and need your help!
 Paw Light You decide what level of involvement you can provide – whether it’s emergency fostering (a few days to a week), or longer term foster-care. You can let us know if you are willing to accept sick or injured Eskies, or Eskies who need time and training to recover emotionally from a neglectful or worse, abused situations. Occasionally we need foster homes for our real young Eskies -- puppies, who may not have been weaned, require special attention. Unweaned orphans require a serious commitment since they have special needs such as diet and frequent feeding schedules. One of the greatest rewards of nurturing these young Eskies is knowing that you are giving them a great start in life. Whatever you can do, we have a need!
 Paw Light Eskie Rescuers United covers all of the veterinary medical costs to get the Eskie back to optimum health. You, the Eskie foster parent provide the shelter, love and care and make the arrangements for veterinary care. Depending on the level of involvement you want to provide, we also have a need for fosters willing to do transports, home visits (to interview prospective adopters) and many other volunteer duties. Let us know your interest, time and any special skills you wish to volunteer and we can get started right away.
 Paw Light Fostering can sometimes be challenging, but it’s an extremely rewarding experience. There is nothing more gratifying than hearing back from an adoptive home to share their latest pictures or let you know how much they love and adore the Eskie you rescued!
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ERU foster homes bridge the gap between shelters and adopters and offer the crucial extra time, space, care and love needed to prepare a rescued Eskie to be adopted into a loving forever home. FOSTERING saves lives!!

To fill out a foster application click here.

For Foster Homes Everywhere
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My dark round eyes look up at you, who reads the words created by the tap..tap..tap. .

I lay beside my mistress, on tile where it is cool, and I will wait for however long she wishes to stay down here, and tap tap on her laptop.

Sometimes when I listen to her familiar sounds, a memory-wind brings to me sadness, of days when I was not permitted amongst those who walk on twos.

Of days when drink and food were the only interactions we had.

Of times when my litter after litter were given off to unfamiliar humans, never to be seen again.

On cold and rainy days, of snowy frosty days, of days so hot my coat felt like a prison out in the sun.

All those memories surface when that memory-breeze slides in... and that is why I look up at you.

Had it not been for you, with the kindness of your bottomless heart, in your arms that held me when I came, matted and feces infected, in your house amongst your own litter, I would not be here today,
laying at my mistress' feet, listening to those sacred familiar sounds in a home that I know is mine, away from elements of wind and cold--MINE.

I am adopted.

Had it not been for you, my foster home, I would not have known how to act inside, nor trusted this good woman's touch, nor trusted the attention I receive consistently and tenderly.

I think of you when that memory-breeze comes by, for now you are associated with it, as my bridge from there to here. You sacrificed your own heart to allow me to find love amongst your kind.

I will forever be grateful for this.

When I was out alone in the cold and wet, the world was such an ugly place to belong. I never thought of wanting to be anywhere else but there, for I did not know there was anywhere else except there.

You proved me wrong.

I still remember your smells and the movements of your day. It was your touch that awakened me. You thought you were just removing mats from me. All the while you were taking away the smallness of my world.

Do you think of me at times, as I do you? I could smell the many dogs that have been in your dwelling. For me, you were my only bridge. For you, there were many that came to you and left again. Were there so many that I am not one to be remembered?

My eyes flit back and forth as I think of this, and my mistress instinctively drops her hand from her tap tap of her laptop and softly strokes me. It is her touch that assures me that you do remember me.

You chose her for me. If you loved me enough to give her to me, then I know you remember me. Thank you.

::::a soft sigh::::

My mistress looks down at me and smiles. She tells me we will be having company. There is a dog who will come to stay with us a short while, until he gets to go to his forever home.

My mistress cups my muzzle in her hands and reminds me we must give back what we are given.

I know my mistress' heart. It will break her heart every time a dog will leave.

My tail thumps. Surely she needs me to get through this. It is what I am here for.

To love her when she needs to be loved. I rise and lay my head upon her lap.

I remember your eyes and realize the new dog will always remember my mistress' eyes.

Her touch.

It is wonderful to have an adopted home but our foster homes are just as important, even if we are only there for just a short while.

My mistress turns to tap tap again, and I lay my head back upon the tile. I settle into the wondrous familiarity of my home and begin to count the breaths until our foster dog arrives...