Welcome back to Sit, Stay, Rant, where the tea is hot, the dogs are adorable, and the drama is real. Today, Amy is joined by Emily and Gabby, Tiffany, we miss you!  Today we dig into the pet peeves and “oh no they didn’t” moments of rescue.

First, a disclaimer: we love our fosters. Without them, we’d be nothing but sad people with too many dogs in our kitchens. Ninety-eight percent are lifesaving rockstars. But that other two percent? Let’s just say they keep the wine industry afloat.

Gabby kicks things off with the behind-the-scenes of transport: picking clean, vetted, family-friendly dogs that adopters will love. No major bite histories, no “will guard the couch with my life” types, just pups ready for a fresh start. To place them, Gabby scrolls through a contact list that’s basically a small town directory (2,000 names), while Emily trails behind with 1,500.

And here come the pet peeves. The fosters who say “yes” and ghost right before transport. The ones drawn in by a cute Facebook post but never thought about the actual work. The déjà vu personalities who reappear in new bodies, flaking out the same way every time.

We rant because this is the real rescue life. We want to share the mishaps, the absurdities, the moments that make us laugh so we don’t cry. 

Small but mighty, slightly exasperated, and still full of love for our fosters, pull up a chair. We’re spilling the kibble, one pet peeve at a time.