Volunteer
Won't you please join us?
Our organization is made up of volunteers from all over the metro Atlanta area and other parts of Georgia. Our volunteers offer their time and resources to help these animals. If it were not for the dedication of our volunteers, many German Shepherd Dogs would lose their lives in animal control shelters needlessly.
Won't you spare a small space in your home to foster a German Shepherd Dog awaiting adoption?
Most of our foster dogs remain in foster care an average of one month or less before they are adopted. All of our dogs receive veterinary care and all vaccinations before going into their foster homes. Although we cannot guarantee every dog will get along with each other, we do screen all our rescue dogs for temperament. We do not accept dogs that are aggressive toward other dogs or humans. We also try to match our rescue dogs with the family and lifestyle of their foster home.
The more people who are willing to open their homes to a foster dog, the more German Shepherd Dogs we can save. Fostering a dog awaiting adoption is a rewarding experience that will leave you with a true feeling of doing something to worthwhile. Fostering is also a excellent way to determine if a rescue dog might be a perfect match for your family and lifestyle.
We are also in need of volunteers to assist with transporting, evaluating potential adopter's homes and fundraising for our dogs. Don't worry if you have never volunteered or fostered a rescue dog before, it's easy to learn how you can help save the lives of these wonderful dogs. We support you every step of the way and are always available to help with any questions or concerns.
For questions about volunteering, please e-mail us at contact@gashepherd.org or click here to fill out a volunteer application.
Our organization is made up of volunteers from all over the metro Atlanta area and other parts of Georgia. Our volunteers offer their time and resources to help these animals. If it were not for the dedication of our volunteers, many German Shepherd Dogs would lose their lives in animal control shelters needlessly.
Won't you spare a small space in your home to foster a German Shepherd Dog awaiting adoption?
Most of our foster dogs remain in foster care an average of one month or less before they are adopted. All of our dogs receive veterinary care and all vaccinations before going into their foster homes. Although we cannot guarantee every dog will get along with each other, we do screen all our rescue dogs for temperament. We do not accept dogs that are aggressive toward other dogs or humans. We also try to match our rescue dogs with the family and lifestyle of their foster home.
The more people who are willing to open their homes to a foster dog, the more German Shepherd Dogs we can save. Fostering a dog awaiting adoption is a rewarding experience that will leave you with a true feeling of doing something to worthwhile. Fostering is also a excellent way to determine if a rescue dog might be a perfect match for your family and lifestyle.
We are also in need of volunteers to assist with transporting, evaluating potential adopter's homes and fundraising for our dogs. Don't worry if you have never volunteered or fostered a rescue dog before, it's easy to learn how you can help save the lives of these wonderful dogs. We support you every step of the way and are always available to help with any questions or concerns.
For questions about volunteering, please e-mail us at contact@gashepherd.org or click here to fill out a volunteer application.
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Dedicated to Those Who Foster
Author, Grace Saalsa
The following story is an unknown rescuer's experience fostering a severely neglected dog. Please keep in mind while reading this story that this is an extreme situation. Most of our foster dogs are basically healthy and ready for adoption within a few weeks.
Melissa sat on the floor, unable to sit straight and tall like her mother had always admonished her to do when she was a child. Today, it would be impossible. And tomorrow...it probably wouldn't be possible then either. Her mind was too busy thinking about the dog that lay across her lap.
When he came to be with her, he had no name. She remembered that day very well. The first sight of him was enough to break her heart into little pieces. The woman, who had taken this dog from the rough streets where he had lived, had tried to save him because she was unable to watch this young dog find his own food in a dumpster outside the crack house where he lived. Nobody cared that he was gone.
His fur was very thick; so thick that she had to wiggle her fingers down to feel his bony body. And as she pulled her fingers away again, they were coated in old dirt. Black and white, he was supposed to be. But on that day he was beige and dust.
He sat in the back of her car panting continuously, ears laid outward for he had lost his courage and couldn't keep them proud and tall. He sat motionless, waiting and limp. But the thing that was the most disturbing was the look in his eyes. They were quiet eyes, sunken into his head - and they watched her. They were alive with thought. He was waiting for her to do something "to" him. Little did he know at the time that, instead, she would "give" something to him. She gave him one of the little broken pieces of her heart. She reached out to stroke his head and he instinctively squinched his eyes shut and dropped his head, waiting for the heavy hand. With that little bit of movement she gave him another one of the broken pieces of her heart.
She took him home and gave him a bath. She toweled him dry and brushed some order back into his coat. For that, he was grateful and even though his own heart was loaded with worms, he accepted yet another piece of her heart, for it would help to heal his own.
"Would you like some water, big boy?" She whispered to him as she set down a large bowl of cold well water. He drank it up happily. He had been dehydrated for a long time and she knew it would take him most of the week to re-hydrate. He wanted more water - but it was gone. Ah... that's how it is, he thought to himself. But he was grateful for what he had been able to get. "Would you like some more?" and she gave him another bowl along with another little piece of her heart. "I know that you are hungry. You don't have to find your own food anymore. Here's a big bowl of good food for you. I've added some warm water and a little piece of my heart."
Over the four months that he stayed with her, his health improved. The heart full of worms was replaced piece by piece with little bits of her loving heart. And each little piece worked a very special kind of magic. When the warmth of love and gentle caresses are added, the little broken pieces knit together again and heal the container it resides in. That container becomes whole again. She watched each little broken piece fill a gap in the gentle dog until his quiet eyes radiated the light from the little pieces. You see, kind words gently spoken turn the little pieces into illumination for the
spirit that resides within.
He rested beside her, happy to be with her always. Never had he known such kindness, such gentle caresses; such love. His health had returned, his spirit was playful as a young dog's should be and he had learned about love. Now his heart was full. The healing was complete. It was time to go. There was another person who had another heart that was meant to be shared with him. So she sat shapeless on the floor because all the broken pieces of her heart were with the dog. It is difficult to sit tall when your heart is not with you. She wrapped her arms around the dog that sat with tall, proud ears for her. Lean on me, he said.
And she gave him one last thing that would keep him strong; that would keep the pieces of her heart together long after he had gone on to live his new life. She gave him her tears and bound them to the pieces with a simple statement made from the ribbons of her heart. "I love you, Joe." And Joe lived happily ever after.
Melissa sat on the floor, straight and tall like her mother had always admonished her to do when she was a child. Today, it would be possible. And tomorrow... it probably would be possible too. Because her mind was busy thinking about this, the next dog that lay across her lap.
Where did she get the heart to help yet another dog, you ask? Ahhh... it came with the dog. They always bring a little bit of heart with them. And when the rescuer breathes in that little bit of heart, it quickly grows and fills the void left by the last dog.