Jaime's Story

We needed a miracle worker for bouncy, obnoxious Buzz. Jaime had done such a beautiful job with her own pit bull (Dora) that we lucked out when she said 'Yes!' For a first time dog owner, Jaime was a natural at taming the beast within the beauty. Buzz was always a good dog, but Jaime helped him become an AWESOME dog.

Why do you do it?
I foster because I love having lots and lots of dogs in my life. How many times have I seen a dog walking with his human, or looking into the eyes of a beauty at the shelter and thought, "Wow, I want to keep him!?" As a foster, I can keep them all, watch them grow and help them on their way to a forever home. Why pit bulls you ask? Wiggly butts, human-velcro and beautifully intense eye contact.

What's the hardest part?
The hardest parts of fostering are accommodating another personality in my life, learning how to train a pup so that we both feel excited and encouraged, picking up gnawed-on CD cases and books and spraying the floor with enough Nature's Miracle so he will never...pee...in the house...again! Having foster dogs has also helped me become more organized. Case in point: I really don't want to pick up my shoes and put them away because I'm exhausted. But, if I don't pick them up, I might have to go barefoot tomorrow. Okay, fine!

Photo Tom Becker: Buzz and Dora entertain themselves at the pool.

Do you feel supported by BR?
Could you be any MORE supported by BadRap? If I have a question, I can ask over 50 people, and if I need some one-on-one training suggestions, well, all I have to do is yell "Help!" and someone rushes to my rescue. It is so comforting to know that I am part of the process that will help decide who will be the best home for my fosters. Being a part of the BR community is so powerful, because not only do I have another pit bull at my house, but I get to meet so many other pitties at BR training, I can share pictures of my pups and get advice when Buzz can't stop licking my toes!

How did it work out?
Buzz may find his home in the next coming weeks, and it is so bittersweet for me. When he first came to live with me, I hated him! He was jumpy, rowdy and hyper. He didn't want me to pet him or kiss him in between the eyes. He wanted food, and if I had some he didn't hesitate to knock it out of my hand. We trained hard, and soon, Buzz was eating out of my hand, but only if I said it was okay. Now, Buzz lets me pet him until my palms are raw, and he lets me kiss his face. He has successfully nuzzled his way into my heart. When he's gone, I will miss Buzz following me around like a lovesick schoolgirl, and when he leaves, who is going to veg in front of the T.V. with me? I'll miss his goofy smiles and his alien breath, but knowing that I can stay in touch with his new home just puts that goofy smile right back on my face.

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