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Greyhound Mom:   

Today we celebrate welcoming Tulia into our family.    

But not to worry, there are many other sweet, wonderful greyhounds eagerly awaiting the chance to worm their way into your heart.  Just not this one!

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Another Fun Day in Fosterville!

Another good day again today!  Well, for me.  Mom and Dad are pretty tired because I woke them up last night when I needed to go to the bathroom.  But Mom told me it's all good because I'm supposed to tell them when I need to go so they can take me outside.  I haven't had any Accidents in the house at all and Mom says I'm a Really Good Girl.   That makes me very happy.

This morning Mom took Murray and me to meet one of her friends at a ball park.  Her friend has a greyhound named Chelsea.  We had fun running together.   Mom is really bad at taking movies, but she took one of us this morning.  Warning: don't watch it if you're feeling dizzy.  

 

But I must say, it felt good running just for fun!  Chelsea and I are making plans to get together again soon. 

Murray and I spent the day chilling.  After my Mom came home from work, we took a long walk and had dinner.   Then I worked on my Imitation of a Rug.  Murray says it's an important life skill, and I'm taking it very seriously.   Here are some pictures of me practicing - I'm doing pretty well, huh?

 
Life is good!  

Love, 
Tulia

Happy Foster Mother's Day!

Tulia:  I played a really fun trick on my Foster Mom today.   I've been pretty nervous around stairs, so she hadn't yet tried to get me to go up and down more than the few it takes to get into the house, which I just sort of leap over. Today, Murray went into the back yard by going down a bunch of steps leading to the yard from our back deck.  I was afraid to do it, so after encouraging me for a while, Mom just walked me around the house to the back.


 Here's a picture of me      

resting in the shade under the deck in the back yard.  I enjoyed a nice salad while I was there.


Anyway, when it was time to go back into the house, Mom decided to teach me how to go up the back steps instead of walking me back around.   There are about 15 or so steps with a couple of landings in between.  Mom put my front paws on the step above where they were, then moved my back paws up to the step immediately beneath where my front paws were and kind of pushed me up.  It took about 10 minutes and was exhausting for both of us.  The Murdog (that's what they call Murray) came running up the steps behind us.  Then Mom went into the house to get us a drink of water.  While she was gone, the Murdog decided to go back down into the yard.  So I followed him.  Actually going down the steps was easier than I thought.

Murray:   That's because she learned from the Master.   Me.

Tulia:  Yeah, well.  Anyway.  Mom eventually came out of the house and looked really surprised when I wasn't on the deck anymore.  After looking down at us in the yard and laughing (I'm not sure what was so funny, but I'm glad she was happy), she went back into the house again, and Murray went back up the steps to see what she was doing.   So I followed him.   It was much easier without Mom interfering by trying to move my paws for me.

Murray:   Mom looked like she was about to fall over with surprise when she saw us waiting for her on the deck.  It was a pretty good time, kind of like April Fool's Day!

 Mom took some pictures of Tulia and me chillin' in the back yard and on the deck.  I told her only to include the pictures of Tulia to show you how cute she is.  (After all, I'm not up for adoption, and I don't like to get anyone's hopes up.)  Like I said yesterday, Tulia really is a looker, and pretty sweet too, except that last night she tried to eat my treat that I was reserving for later.  I had to teach her that even adorable only gets you so far in this house. At some point, I may even have to reconsider that girlfriend thing, but not yet.  I don't want to upset her because she's still pretty fragile after everything she's been through this past week.

Tulia:  Murray, that's really special.
  
Murray:   That's what I'm like.          

Tulia is here!  

Tulia:    Hi!  I just arrived here today from the Greyhound Rescue kennel.  It's been kind of a rough week.  I left the track a few days ago (whew!), had some surgery, went to the rescue kennel for a couple of days and then, today, took a long car ride from the kennel to this place called Grapehounds.  After a while, a lady came over and started paying lots of attention to me.  She says she's my new Foster Mom.  So Mom and I walked around for a while and then we took another long car ride.  And now I'm here!  Mom says this is going to be my home until I find a Forever Home.  I'm not sure how I'm going to go about doing that, but in the meantime, this place suits me just fine.

When I first got here, I met my Dad, my Foster Sister and my Foster Dogbro Murray.  Mom and Dad took Murray and me to a big fenced-in yard where we got to run around for a while and then relax outside without any leashes.  The lady who owns the yard is named Marsha and she has a little dog - at least that's what Marsha says it is - named Trixie.  Trixie is tiny!  And she smells really good.  I think maybe I liked Trixie more than she liked me.

 


Then we came back to my Foster House.  This place is big!   I have a huge crate - much bigger than anything I've ever been in before.  Plus the door  never seems to be shut so I've gotten to wander around.  No one stops me, although Mom does hang around me a lot.

Pretty quickly after we got here, Murray seemed to disappear.  I found him after a while cowering in this tiny room that's next to the garage.  Awfully strange behavior for a guy who clearly considers himself a stud.  Mom says it's because he's afraid of thunder.  She wasn't kidding - he's even shaking.  Well, whatever.   It gives me a chance to explore without him getting in my way.  He has some awfully comfortable pads and fun toys, and I think I've just about tried them all.

Anyway, I wasn't feeling so great when I got here, but I had a really good meal and lots of water and I'm starting to feel better.  I've been pretty itchy from the shampoo I had to get rid of my fleas, and Mom massaged me for a while with something called coconut oil.  I feel kind of greasy now, and I smell like a pina colada (I bet you wonder how I know what THAT is!), but I'm not nearly as itchy.  I'm also starting to feel pretty tired.  I think I'll go to bed soon, but I'm excited about getting up and having a full day here tomorrow.  

  

Talk to you soon!

Love, Tulia

Murray:    So, this girl Tulia is a real looker, I've got to admit.  She may even have some potential on the girlfriend front.  We'll have to

see, though.  First I have to get past this thunderstorm.   Hopefully she isn't making herself too much at home in the meantime.   

Yours in the mudroom,

 Murray 

 

 

I've Been Adopted!  

Jammer:    I have a Forever Home!   Just like at my Foster Home, I have a Mother, a Dad, a Sister and a Brother.  Only this time they belong to me, only me!  I met them last night and I liked them, but I didn't realize I was going to be part of their family until my Foster Mom took me over there.  I was wondering why everyone in my Foster Home was kind of teary this morning, but now I understand.  But I know I'll still see them because my new Mom has told my Foster Mom that I'll be coming to some of the Meet and Greets in Tysons.

Anyway, the picture below is of Murray and me trying to pull my Foster Sister into two pieces.  We had fun, but it didn't work.

  The pictures below that are of me saying goodbye to my Foster Sisters, and one of me exploring my new home.  I'm so happy!

Murray:   So long, Jammer, I'm going to miss you!  Come back and hang out with me some time!   Love, Murray

I love the outdoors!   Who knew?

Jammer:  It was a beautiful day today, so Mom and Dad took Murray and me on a couple of long walks.  I loved it!  So many smells!   So many things to see!  Fun water to splash through!

The only thing I didn't like so much was when we ran into kids on the trail.  Kids scare me.  But Mom held me and we walked by them and they didn't hurt me after all.  

Here's a picture of Mom, Murray and me on the trail.  Dad also took a picture of me separately because he thinks I'm a Good Looking Boy.

  

Murray:  I have to say, Jammer is getting to be fun to spend time with, now that he isn't quite as nervous.   I hope when he finds his Forever Home it isn't too far away so we can have play dates!  I guess he won't be meeting me at the dog park because he doesn't seem to like it there as much as I do.

 

I don't quite understand why Jammer is so afraid of kids.  Personally, I love them.  Their faces are right down here where I can lick them without having to jump up (Mom doesn't like when I do that).

He'll probably start to see kids the way I do pretty soon - it took him a while to think adults were OK too, and he still is nervous when they first come around.  I've told him Mom and Dad wouldn't let anyone hit him and it seems to be having an impact.  

Meet and Greet

Jammer:  Mom and Dad took Murray and me to something called a "Meet and Greet" today at a big, bright place they call "PetSmart."  (How weird is that?  It's a good thing I'm smart, I guess!) All kinds of people were coming up to me and petting me.  I wanted to leave as soon as I got there.  I'm not used to that many people being nice to me, but it turned out to be OK after all.  Mom says I did very well.  She seemed really proud of me, telling everyone that I was a Good Boy and hadn't had any "Accidents" for several days now.  Anyway, PetSmart was kind of tiring for me, so I think now I'm going to crash for a while.  (Check out the picture Mom took of me crashing.)   See you later!

    Murray:  Even I have to admit that Jammer is pretty hilarious.  For some reason, he doesn't want to come upstairs to sleep with the rest of us, so he stays in his crate at night.  This morning, Daddy came downstairs and found a bunch of my Mom's, Dad's and Sister's shoes in Jammer's crate.  I guess he must not know the difference between shoes and a toy!  (Jammer, I mean, not Daddy.)  Mom says maybe Jammer likes the way they smell because he took them but didn't chew any of them up.  She was laughing.  I have a feeling it would have been a different story if he had actually eaten her shoes.

And wow, this boy does like to eat!  You'd think he'd never been fed before in his entire life or wouldn't ever be again.   Well... now that I think about it, I guess I kind of felt that way when I first got here myself.   He also gobbles his food down ridiculously fast.  Mom says I used to do that too and that he'll calm down when he realizes we aren't going to take his food away.  In the meantime, I hope he doesn't choke,   I'd hate to have to do the Heimlich maneuver on him. 

  

Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da.... BAT EARS!!!

 and more Sis Kisses....

As you can see, I like my crate best of all

Rough Day

Jammer:  I'm having some trouble getting used to being here.  On the one hand, my Foster Parents and Sister are really nice (although sometimes I forget how nice they are and I get scared they're going to hurt me, especially when they move fast).  I got to sleep with my Mom last night and she didn't seem to mind at all when I stretched out and took up most of the bed!  I even slept part of the night on her face!  It was very comfortable, although I'm not sure she liked it as much as I did.  And they feed me a lot of yummy food - more than I've ever had before.  A fellow could get fat around here!  

On the other hand, there are all these weird and scary things.  Like Stairs.  My Mom wants me to go up them each night and down in the morning.  I don't like it.  She ended up carrying me down this morning, and I didn't like that too much either.  And there are all kinds of things that make noises in here, and I don't like that either.  And Murray - you never saw anyone overreact the way he does when I come anywhere near his "space!"   What a crank! 

 Murray:  Just try to steal my food again, Pup, and you'll see what a crank I can be when I really want to!
 
Jammer:  Anyway, sometimes it just seems safer to hang around in my crate.  It's comfortable and nothing bothers me in there.  And I can come out any time I want to check out things that are going on, so it works out pretty well.

By the way, the picture is of me getting some lovin' from my Sister.  She's really sweet.

Razor Jammer is Here!

Jammer:   Hi!   My name is Razor Jammer, and I'm in this new place.  It seems fine, with lots of places to sniff, good food, LOTS of treats and a nice, safe crate to come back to when it all gets to be a bit much.  My Foster Parents and Sister seem nice and give really good scratches.   Especially Dad.  

It took me a few hours to get comfortable around my Foster Family, but I'm starting to think maybe I can trust them -- a few times I thought they were going to hit me, but it turns out all they wanted to do was pet me and scratch me behind the ears.   I've never gotten so many cuddles!   Come to think of it, I've never gotten any at all, and I could get used to this!  The Dogdude Murray, on the other hand, I'm not so sure about.  He keeps giving me the eye, and one time snapped at me when I wasn't doing anything but sniffing around.   Mom told him to chill, and I hope he listens to her. 

I'm pretty tired, it's been a big day, even though I've only been here for a few hours.   More to come tomorrow!

Murray:   Here we go again.  Another pup, running around the house endlessly and then plopping down in my crate whenever he feels like it, without even asking.   So I lie down on the carpet in the living room to have a little peace, not even using one of my dog beds, and even that wasn't good enough for him - he had to come bother me there too!

The good news is, he's a handsome kid, so I know he won't last long here before someone comes along and takes him home with them.   Come soon, PLEASE!!!