Good Morning!

This is how I wake up foster mom in the mornings - put my head on her chest and breath hard until she opens her eyes and finally gets up to let me outside. Sometimes I get out of bed before she wakes and run downstairs to wake Pete up to play but shhhhh...she doesn't know that. Then I'll come back upstairs, hop back in bed and wake her up like I've been there the whole time. Once we've all been outside to do our business in the mornings, we all pile in the bed with foster mom - there's me, Celeste (the fluffball), Pete, and the cat. Here we all are hanging out with foster mom while she's sleeping...or trying to. She usually gets up for good not long after we all pile in the bed muttering something about peace and quiet.

Got Balls!!!

This week I discovered the most wonderful thing God ever made, Green Fuzzy Balls. Luckily for me I have a compulsive obsessive Foster Dad and he is constantly throwing them all over the yard. As soon as I bring one back he has another and the crazy old coot can't seem to stand holding onto these Green Fuzzy Balls for more than 10 seconds. This past Saturday I must have returned over 70 balls to him. I don't mind it though, it makes you feel good inside when you help old crazy people. My old Foster Dad is cranky and generally smells funny, but he can wing a Green Fuzzy Ball at least 50 yards. Which is great for me since I love to run and every now and then I throw in an acrobatic move at the end of the sprint. Sometimes I slide and flip ass over tea kettle, but according to the cranky old guy, I haven't lost any cool points thus far. Our next big project will be more treadmill training, which I understand involves lots of treats. It ruff being a poor helpless little foster dog:)