Woke up in the dark again. Little noises. Mumble mumble 5am mumble. Foster Dad takes me out. Talks a lot about something. No idea what, but he seems to mean well.
Breakfast. My bowl is apparently second from the left. It has a big ball in it to slow me down eating. These people have no idea about the urgency of completing a meal. But, I’ve decided to pay attention to house rules. This morning I ducked in only twice to just have a little try of Daisy’s food but was immediately targeted by vigilant FM who is a very scary person. I like her cuddles though.
A Walk by the River. Oh boy. This is just the best, leafiest, squirrelest, sniffiest place on Dog’s earth.
In the afternoon, a cute little human came to our house and he and his Mom sat with my FM on the front porch making a big mess with large orange colored balls. They were cutting and scooping them out. I tried sniffing what it was but there was nothing good to smell. Best part was me and my foster sibs got to be on the porch, which I had only previously seen through the window. FM had put a fence up across the front and it was so much fun, sniffing around, running into the house and back out of the house to sniff and look and be petted more, and back into the house again, and out again, and again with nobody stopping me!