I'm not frustrated at Milo at all (except when he goes to bark mode and that grates me a little bit at times.) It's more about the people I'm fostering from--they are driving me crazy. Actually, they've been driving me crazy from the get go and I was hoping it would improve but it is only get worse with time.

Initially, they gave me wrong information about what was wrong with Milo. They also told me to pick him up at the vet's office, which despite me calling they never picked up their phones and didn't mention that they picked him up already. I waited at that office for 30 minutes before the Vet tech finally said they picked him up already, since I was there I went on and asked about the medical issues, which the animal control people had all wrong.

So things were going pretty good up until we were supposed to go to the beach last weekend. I don't have enough room in the car for three dogs (especially if two of them don't get along cause they haven't worked it out yet--Milo and Cloud.) Because of that issue, I asked the animal control officer what I should do with them because I figured it might not be a good thing just to send him somewhere without telling them. So, they gave me the run around as to what to do and who would take care of him--the whole time I was paranoid that he was going to the shelter again. I have Freya to think about--I don't want to expose her to any kind of parvo whether she's fully vaccinated or not.

Apparently, Milo stayed at one of the Animal Control officer's house, which was fine. I tried to call her all weekend because our trip was canceled. The phone rang and rang and eventually went to voice mail--I actually left a message, which is rare for me. She then told me that her phone was dead all weekend--which is total bs because it rang and didn't go straight to voicemail like all the other phones I've dealt with. So I didn't pick Milo up early like I wanted to.

I went to great lengths to tell her I was going to come after work and pick him up yesterday. I told her several times and told her I was going to call cause I think its rude to just show up at people's houses--you never know what's going to happen. I show up, I knock twice and no one answered the door. I called her phone, she didn't answer phone. She didn't call me until an hour and half later. She then mentioned that he was outside--if she had said that all the times I was talking to her, I could have picked him up yesterday.

Now the other animal control officer called me and asked if I wanted to foster him still. I told her the whole story and then she said he's going to be the shelter. Great. That's exactly what I wanted to hear. So if she didn't pick up the pillow, I'm going to have to get it from the other officer too. Now I'm seriously thinking about not bothering picking up Milo because I know that shelter has had a lot of parvo outbreaks and I don't want to expose my dogs to it if I can help it.

I'm not dealing with them again. I'm not fostering another dog and I doubt I would even adopt from them either. They are so disorganized and there's a lack of good communication going on. I've heard that they've had issues keeping track of dogs--what the crap. Is this what happens when I try and help out?