I foster lots of dogs. Most of them are imperfect/untrained/in need of socialization.

My current foster was scheduled for euthanasia by a no-kill(!) rescue for severe agression. Today he is a happy, cheerful, easy-to handle snugglebug. He even earned his Canine Good Citizen title! To see him now demanding to sleep under the covers, and eagerly greeting strangers, you'd never guess that he'd been in rabies quarantine twice and put one girl in stitches.

Perhaps your expectations are a bit high? None of them start out perfect...the beauty comes from finding the good sound balanced dog that is hiding in the shivering carpet-soiling shoe-shredding beast. Fostering saves lives; your gf is doing a wonderful thing and if you can't be proud or at least supportive of that, I dunno what to tell you. Personally, I wouldn't date a guy wasn't tolerant of my rescue work.

When I look around at the sea of faces...thousands of dogs, in such desperate need of help...it's overwhelming. I'm continually disappointed by people who don't see that, or think it doesn't matter, or say it's not their problem, or somebody else will do it. The dogs don't have that luxury; it's their lives on the line. Hundreds of thousands of wonderful dogs die every year, because along the way, out of all the people who passed by them, nobody stepped up and made the commitment to save them.

My commendation and respect to your girlfriend, from one rescuer to another.