Fostering Corbin - Amaya/Biromantic Bison

This is a ramble write I wrote in 7th grade. It's about a dog I fostered.

End of 2020 or beginning of 2021 Have you ever fostered a dog? My family has fostered three dogs, and we adopted two of those dogs. Corbin is the latest dog we have fostered. He is the sweetest little guy and loves everybody he sees. I immediately took him as my dog, and now he loves me. Unfortunately, he's very protective of me, and that's bad when you're trying to get a dog adopted. If somebody would come near me while he is sitting near me, he starts to growl. Fortunately, he has not bit anybody. He also is part dachshund, and most dachshunds have marking issues. He would mark every week near a corner. To prevent that, we had to put a diaper around him at all times. When we would go clean our rental house in Galveston, he would always pee in his diaper. Also, he has big separation anxiety. If he isn't with somebody, he starts to whine and bark. Even if there is somebody in the house away from him, he starts to whine. We first started fostering him in April, so he's been with us for about 5 months now. A few weeks ago, my parents got a call from the shelter. Massachusetts had a large wait line for dogs, and nobody in Houston wanted him. The shelter told us that he would be transported to Massachusetts in hopes of getting him adopted. After he left, I was very sad. The next morning, my parents got another call from the shelter. Corbin couldn't handle being transported to Massachusetts and was going to come back. I was told I couldn't have him be near me as much. I had to distance myself away from him. When he came back, he looked so happy. The lady who brought him back said he perked up as he came closer. I was told to stay back from the door, but I still watched. His tongue was out, his tail was wagging, and his eyes were shining. I couldn't help but smile. For the first day, he was distancing himself from me. After that, he was up on my lap and acted like before, mostly. We had to put him on pills to help with his anxiety. For the first week, he didn't act like himself. He would only lie down and sleep. He wouldn't go run with the other dogs or jump when he was happy. Finally, he got used to the pills, and he was like himself again. I still distance myself, but I still let him in my room while I work. If I don't, he'll start whining downstairs. I wish we could adopt him, so he could finally have a forever home. My parents think we have to many animals in the house already, unfortunately. I even put him on my birthday list.