Tasty Snack!

Foster Mama just opened a closet door in the basement. Next to an old bag of dog biscuits was...a live mouse! Foster Mama stared at it for a moment as it stared back and twitched its whiskers. She was wondering what to do, and so I helped her out by eating the mouse in one tasty bite! (She said she's going to be more careful about storing dog biscuits in the future.)

Does Goldilocks Live Here?

I'm such a funny little dog. (Well, really kind of a big dog - after all, I'm a greyhound.) There are four dog beds in the kitchen area, one each for me and the other three hounds. Many times I choose the little dog beg, which is intended for my foster sister the beagle. The people laugh at how I hang off of the edges. They just don't understand that I'm comfortable on that little bed!

Walk This Way

I got to go on a walk around the farm with Foster Daddy! We saw cows, the animals that have been making those weird mooing noises. Then we walked to the pond, where I saw a beautiful great blue heron. What a big bird! There were so many interesting smells everywhere. When do we get to go on another walk?

Sous Chef

I like hanging out with my people wherever they are. One of my favorite things is standing in the kitchen and watching Foster Mama while she cooks. Cosmo does this, too. Foster Mama calls us her sous chefs. I just wish she'd give us some of whatever she's cooking...

Yea! I joined the Jordans, my new foster family, this past weekend. They like me a lot. My foster mama and daddy are always patting my head and telling me what a good boy I am. I really like being part of their pack, which also includes greyhounds Cosmo and Mr. Spock and beagle Shelly. Shelly is glad that I tested "small dog tolerant," especially since she and I lay on the same dog bed together a few days ago.

The main thing I have had to get used to is the cows out in the nearby pasture. A couple of times when I've been out in the back yard, I've heard them moo, whatever that is. Of course I had to bark at that strange noise! Foster Mama brought me back inside and told me to be quiet, which I did immediately. I trust my foster humans to know what's best for me.

I'm going to make the best companion for some lucky adopter!

Home Again, Home Again Jiggity Jig

This weekend I went camping with my foster brother Miky and my foster parents. Miky said I would have fun and I did. He also said that camping was synonymous with rain and it was. My foster Dad says I ride really well in the car. I don’t know what that means but, I sure like riding in the car. We ate outside and walked on trails. Miky is a tall fawn brindle with sad eyes. I am a sweet small black hound with happy brown eyes and cute ears. I hope to go camping again real soon but, I am glad to be home. I still like the regular routine of our day at home. Miky says he was that way when he first found his ‘forever home’.

I am usually, the first to wake up. Miky, my Foster Mom and I go for a walk in the morning. While we are on our walk the food fairy comes. Breakfast is oh so good. Then Miky and I take a nap. We walk again in the evening. Sometimes we go to Piedmont Park. I think Miky is correct - routine is nice. But, sometimes new adventures like camping are really awesome. I don’t know that I will go camping when I find my ‘forever home’. I really hope - whatever the activities in my ‘forever home’ - I will get to be a part of the action.

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The Three Amigos.

These are my friends Miky and Barley. Miky, my foster brother, is the tall handsome one to my right. Barley, my new friend, is the cute short one to my left. I am the sweet black one in the middle with the pretty blue leash. When Miky and I visited Barley, we walked at least twice every day. I love to go for walks.

Sometimes I get scared. There are so many new things I never saw from my crate at the track. Like Barley's chickens. When I first saw Barley's chickens they squawked so loud they must have been as scared of me as I was of them. But, my foster Mom petted me gently and whispered in my ear. She told me, I didn't need to be scared, nothing bad was going to happen and that I was such a good boy. I like whispers in my ear and pets even better than treats. What I want most when I find my 'forever home' is someone who will whisper loving encouraging words in my ear when I am scared of new sights and sounds. My foster Mom says next we are going to work on not being scared of people on bicycles and in-line skates. They all whiz by so fast that I haven’t gotten use to them yet. But, I know I will real soon with the whispers in my ear.Woofie Wag