Thinking of  becoming a foster home?

Foster Homes: Beagle Maryland^TM is not a shelter, and all of our beagles are kept in the homes of volunteers who agree to foster them.  These foster homes provide the food, shelter, and love necessary to rehabilitate our beagles until their forever family is found.  Beagle Maryland^TM takes care of the veterinary bills.  Without our foster homes, we could not save any of the beagles that so desperately need help.  Please consider fostering for us!

If you are unsure about this, please give it a try.  Even if you decide this isn't for you, providing a home for just a few weeks can make an incredible difference.

WHY ARE FOSTER HOMES NEEDED:  Beagle Maryland is not a shelter.  It is dependent on individuals opening their homes to  dogs and working to help these dogs become good  house pets.  Beagle Maryland pays the basic vet bills and the foster home provides the food, love, kindness and training.  Without foster homes, our ability to help dogs is very, very limited.  We realized that it can be a painful experience, keeping a dog for several months and then handing it over to someone else - but it can also be immensely rewarding, knowing that you have helped save a dog and can now go on to helping save another.  Please consider fostering a beagle for us!

My Foster Dog
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My foster dog stinks to high heaven.
I don't know for sure what breed he is.
His eyes are blank and hard.
He won't let me pet him and growls when I reach for him.

He has ragged scars and crusty sores on his skin.
His nails are long and his teeth, which he showed me, are stained.
I sigh.  I drove two hours for this.

I carefully maneuver him so that I can stuff him in the crate.
Then I heft the crate and put it in the car.
I am going home with my new foster dog.

At home I leave him in the crate till all the other dogs are in the yard.
I get him out of the crate and ask him if he wants "outside."
As I lead him to the door, he hikes his leg on the wall and shows me his stained teeth again.

When we come in, he goes to the crate because that's the only safe place he sees.
I offer him food, but  he won't eat it if I look at him, so I turn my back. 
When I come back, the food is gone.

I ask again about "outside."
When we come back, I pat him before I let him in the crate.
He jerks away and runs into the crate to show me his teeth.

The next day I decide I can't stand the stink any longer.
I lead him into the bath with cheese in my hands.
His fear of me is not quite overcome by his longing for the cheese.
And well he should fear me, for I will give him a bath.

After an attempt or two to bail out he is defeated and stands there.
I have bathed four legged bath squirters for more years than he has been alive.
His only defense was a show of his stained teeth that did not hold up to a face full of water.

As I wash him, it is almost as if I wash not only the stink and dirt away, but also some of the hardness.
His eyes look full of sadness now.
And he looks completely pitiful as only a soap covered dog can.

I tell him that he will feel better when he is cleaned.
After the soap, the towels are not too bad, so he lets me rub him dry.
I take him outside.  He runs for joy.
The joy of not being in the tub and the joy of being clean.

I, the bath giver, am allowed to share the joy.
He comes to me and lets me pet him.

One week later I have a vet bill.
His skin is healing.  He likes for me to pet him.  I think.
I know what color he will be when his hair grows in.

I have found out he is terrified of other dogs.
So I carefully introduce him to my mildest four-legged brat.
It doesn't go well.

Two weeks later a new vet bill for an infection that was missed on the first visit.
He plays with the other dogs.

Three weeks later his coat shines.  He has gained weight.
He shows his clean teeth when his tongue lolls out after he plays chase in the yard with the gang.

His eyes are soft and filled with life.
He loves hugs and likes to show off his tricks -- if you have the cheese.

Someone called today and asked about him.
They saw the picture I took the first week
They asked about his personality, his history, his breed.
They asked if he was pretty.  I asked them lots of questions.
I checked up on them.  I prayed.
I said, "yes."

When they saw him the first time they said he was the most beautiful dog they had ever seen.

Six months later I got a call from his new family.
He is wonderful, smart, well behaved, and very loving.
"How could someone not want him?"
I told them I didn't know.
He is beautiful.
They all are.

Click here to meet and hear from our current fosters.

If you're ready to make a difference:

First read the  Foster Agreement and Foster Guidelines  because these documents explain how fostering works.   It is helpful if you complete an Adopter Profile as this tells us the type of home you will provide.  Our foster homes must comply with the Standards for Adoption.   Tell us which dog you would like to foster and why.  As foster homes we comprise a network that supports and helps one another while we help dogs.  We are in this together.  

Questions?  Email  profile@beaglemaryland.org