Thursday, June 19, 2008

Day 2. Check.

Hello again, my kennel friends. Oh, you should be SO jealous of me....I mean, I'm kickin' it out here with the foster fam, and I'm doing fine. So, I keep bugging Keri to get a picture up, but she said something about that Jason guy taking the camera to work. Tomorrow? Hopefully, she'll work on that.

So, I teased it, and now I'm going to tell it....the television is this amazing, crazy, awe-inspiring thing. I'm fascinated. I have to get up close to see what's really going on. The people are talking, but I can't seem to get them to pet me. I even tried standing on the "surround-sound" speaker. That didn't go over so well. I hear them, but I just don't understand why they aren't petting me. THEN, and here's the crazy thing, there was a dog barking in there. How did a dog get in there. I was very perplexed....I got really close. So close that I really did try to jump into the TV. Keri asked, and she was right, I was trying to figure it out. Anyone have tips?

So, this is very fun to be hanging around in a house. I experienced some sensory overload when I arrived, but I've since chilled about the whole sit.u.ation. I have been sleeping nicely on my assigned bed at night and I'm even starting to figure out which food bowl is mine, and which ones belong to the other dogs here. I think they might let me stay -- until my forever family comes along. Which is cool.

Gotta run! "The Office" is on, and I"m trying to get that Michael guy to pay attention to me. He's really funny - just like me.

What's up for tomorrow? New Obession: The kong. And, oh how sweet it is that there are 3 left-over kongs waiting for me out on the carpet at the end of the day.

Check ya' later,

Athora as told to Keri

PS I have to give a great big shout out to my first foster mom in Florida, Lynn. Lynn, you rock! Miss you. Mean it.

1 comments:

Lynn said...

Hey BabyDoll!

I miss you, too. Sorry we don't have stuff like dog-eye-level TV's and cable down here in the sticks. It sounds like you're adapting to the good life, though! My current foster is a stinky old boy, and even though he's super-sweet, he takes up a LOT more room in the bed, and 90 pounds of dead weight is a lot to move when he doesn't want to. Stubborn boys!

Those squeaky tennis balls are something else, though, aren't they? Tell your mom to pick a few up for you.... it'll make for loads of fun for you and cheap entertainment for her!