So, the snow is ridiculous. I was gonna write about it, but I’m still too mad at its sheer presence. It’s like that crazy relative who comes for a visit and is so darn much fun, but the next day you’re hungover and tired and really in no mood to deal with his needs. Go away, you think. But he doesn’t go away. That’s where I am with this snow.
I don’t think it’s ever going away, so I’m going away instead. I expect it to be GONE when I return. (If you want to witness our Snowmaggedon, click here.)
While we are gone, we’re leaving the g-parents in charge. This means NO FOSTER DOGS. None. Not even sweet, easy, fun Lily (who just this morning I caught eating the corner off the guest room comforter in honor of the g-parents arrival!). So Lily is going back from whence she came (Chris’ house). Love my girl and we will miss her. But she’ll return to the party when we get back (and the snow is GONE).
As a treat for you while we are away, I’m arranging for a few updates from dogs-gone-by. I put the plea out to some of my foster dogs/puppies from last spring/summer and am hoping I can give you the down-low on their adventures since leaving our wonderful foster home.
Lily knows something is up, like any true dog. She’s seen the bag packing, my ramped up stress-level, and the cleaning (perhaps the most obvious giveaway of all). She is underfoot. This morning as I picked up her toys so that I could run the vacuum in the kitchen, she followed me around, retrieving each toy I put in the basket, only to drop it wherever she was to get the next toy I put away. Continue reading “A Long Time Gone”
So now that Lily’s been here nearly a week and demonstrated that she’s more or less housebroken, she’s been given the run of the place. This is good and bad.

Fiona, the puppy formerly known as Pigweed, took off for her forever home. Chuggy (and the rest of us) are missing her. Minutes before her adopters arrived, she and Chuggy had one last King/Queen of the Frank Bed battle and I captured it for posterity. My phone is clogged with these videos because every time I witnessed them I wanted to share them with the world, but despite my best intentions and most likely, because of my limited technical abilities, they remain trapped on my phone. You’ll have to stop by if you want to watch any others.


Never a dull moment. That’s what I can say about fostering. Especially puppies.
Just like that, Hadley is gone.
