Blessing finally discovered the squirrels that visit our back deck. She stood intently watching as the squirrel gathered up all the birdseed that spilled when we filled the feeder. She was quiet, as she watched, but oh concentrating very hard on what was going on out there! See those straight-up squirrel ears?
Monday, December 28, 2009
Do you see what I see?
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Sunday, December 13, 2009
The Frito Bandito!
For all the years we have had dogs, you'd think my hubby would be dog-proofed by now. NOT! And Blessing has learned his weakness - Fritos! We were both updstairs when Blessing suddenly disappered. Hubby was on his way to the TV room downstairs anyway, so he lookd there first. Low and behold, she was helping herself to the Fritos that he left behind earlier in the day. Silly hubby! Now she knows where to go when it's football time too!
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Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Look at me! I'm a model!
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Friday, October 16, 2009
I'm learning so much!
Hey, it's me - Blessing. I've been hanging out with my greyhound buddies, Doc and Elsie, lately. I just stopped by to tell you how much I've learned. Most important - if I don't try to shove my friends out of the way and wait my turn, I get lots of treats and the people smile at me. I used to be kinda pushy because I didn't know the rules. I've got it now - wait nicely and good things happen.
The same goes for breakfast and dinner time. I still like to celebrate when food is served - who wouldn't? So I dance a little bit. But I know which dish is mine, and I know how to wait until that lady tells me OK - then I go eat. And I love to eat.
I'll stop by soon and update you again. Gotta run now - Doc and Elsie are waiting for me to go for a ride.
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Sunday, August 30, 2009
Thunderphobia? HA!!!!!!
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Monday, August 24, 2009
Sad, sad day
Things are awful here.
Duncan got on the bed I wanted and wouldn’t give it up.
Foster Mom put up the talking toys. She says I break them. I have to make do with the million and one other toys.
I don’t get to meet everybody I see. Even salesmen need my love.
Foster Dad would not let me put my nose on the kitchen counter. I just wanted to make sure he made his sandwich right.
Foster Mom got out the baby pool and it started raining.
I play bowed and did helicopter tail for a Boston Terror. He tried to bite me. He could have taken off my extra special, dainty nose.
Foster Mom has a shaky toy. She says it is pills, and I can’t play with it. I would like a shaky toy.
I am smart and sweet and loving and beautiful. I am learning all the new rules super fast.
You can see how rough my life is. I need my Forever Family to come get me. Now!!!!!! Please?
Waiting faithfully for you,
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Thursday, August 20, 2009
I'm so pretty
My foster family wakes up entirely too early. They woke me at 6:30. I think 8:00 is reasonable. I do need my beauty sleep.
Speaking of that, Foster Mom says I need to let you know how beautiful I am.
I know all greyhounds are beautiful, but I am especially pretty. I am an average size for a female. You won’t have to worry about me being too big, but you won’t mistake me for a Yorkie either.
Folks say I have a super beautiful head. It is small and delicate. My nose is narrow and darker than my face. I have the perfect amount of eyeliner. I don’t want to look trashy. My make-up is classy and gorgeous.
I have the softest ears in the world. I have taught them to do at least 15 tricks more than other hounds. I try not to make other hounds feel bad about my skills, but I would like show you all of my ear tricks.
I do have a few scars from my racing career. I was a very good racer and I put my all into it. Foster Mom says I have beauty marks, not scars. I’m sort of like Marie Antoinette that way. There is a beauty mark over one eye that makes folks look deep into my eyes and see my sweet soul. You’ll see when you meet me.
Oops. I almost forgot. I have a tail that has hair all the way down. Yes, it is a long, smooth swoop of fawn. Elegant and stunning just like the rest of me. And, I have hair on my bum! I am not saying anything bad about hairless bums. Lots of folks think bare bums show off muscles more. I’m just saying I have soft hair on mine.
I am not stuck up. Please remember that Foster Mom made me write this. Of course, it is easy to write when you are as spectacular as I am…..
Well, it’s 10:30 a.m. and I need my third nap of the day.
Waiting on my forever home, Blessing
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