Saturday, January 28, 2012
Murray: I had no idea, but Shay is apparently Jewish. She got hold of Mischief's old dreydel toy and all we hear all day now is the Dreydel Song. I like that song well enough, but it's getting pretty annoying. If I can get it away from her, I'm going to hide it. It could be challenging, though.
Shay: Oh dreydel, dreydel, dreydel
I made it out of clay
And when it's dry and ready
Oh dreydel I will play!
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Shay: When I got up this morning, there was all this white stuff on the ground outside. It was cold, too! Dad tried to take me out in it and I was, like, "no way am I walking on that!" So I held it a while but then it got to be too much so I went outside after all, but came right back in after doing my business. Mom took me out again later on and I walked around a bit and realized the world hadn't in fact ended. They don't have anything like this in Florida, though, and I'm still not sure how I feel about it. At least it's nice and warm in the house!
Murray: What a wuss.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Shay: This place is even better than I thought! Have you ever heard of something called a "couch?" It's just like a dog bed, only SOOOO much more comfortable! I thought about sleeping on it at night too, except it's downstairs and the rest of my family sleeps upstairs, so there's no way THAT's happening!
Mom took my foster bro Murray and me to a "dog park" a couple of times. It's kind of weird - there are a lot of dogs there running around sniffing each other and generally acting like complete idiots - including Murray, worst of all! I can't believe he's actually older than me - he acts like such a puppy, it's embarrassing.
Murray: Shay doesn't get it yet, but she will.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Shay: Hi, I'm Ricochet. My racing name was Grand Beauty because, in all modesty, that's what I am! I'm glossy black, with beautiful graham cracker brown eyes and a very classic greyhound look. I'm kind of skinny right now because I didn't get enough to eat on the track and they didn't feed me at all for the day it took to get me here from Florida, but I plan to change all that as soon as possible!
I like this place! I have a really nice, enormous crate with a big soft pillow in it, and my Foster Mom and Dad don't ever seem to shut the door. I have no problem walking anywhere even though there's linoleum in the kitchen and uncarpeted floors in a few other places. In fact, I'm doing better with all that than my Foster Brother Murray, who's lived here for about a year and a half!! I also made it all the way upstairs and then back down again! (My Foster Sister left me little treats on the stairs and that helped a lot.)
The one thing I didn't like too much was Mom and Sis gave me what they called a bath. I thought water torture was illegal in the United States! I am NEVER going in that nasty bathroom again (although the closet I hid in after was pretty nice, and it's right next to the bathroom).
That's enough for today. Mom says she's going to take me to the dog park soon and I've got to get ready! Bye for now!