She and my nephew live in a modest home in Wall Township, New Jersey, where, from morning till night, she looks over two energy-packed pre-teen daughters, an autistic son, and, for the past few months, two foster babies. In her spare time, which she somehow finds tucked away in the deep recesses of her ever-giving soul, Kate opens her home to dogs who are being rescued by Canines in Need of Ocean Township. It’s a group like the one that saved Blue—a team of volunteers who work with people in the South to move dogs up North and put them into foster care until permanent homes can be found. On the day I called her to tell her what I was preparing to do, I expected to hear kids screaming and babies crying and dogs barking in the background—the kind of mutinous cacophany that most people only need imagine once before deciding that fostering a homeless dog is simply too much of a hassle. Instead, though, we enjoyed a quiet half hour conversation. She told me the foster dogs were no problem at all.
