Today we said good-bye to Sweetie. She went to a lovely forever home.
She wasted no time sussing out the garden. Couldn't do anything but laugh when she came tearing around the side of the house with a piece of bone in her mouth and started to throw it around and play. No idea where she got it from, we took it off her just in case it was cooked and she was a bit miffed. She looked so proud of herself for finding it. I think she will settle in well and be much loved. Her new family are having another addition soon, a little baby girl. Sweetie can look forward in years to come to being dressed up in pink by a little girl. What every greyhound deserves....
I schemed and planned and thought that I would have Fletcher for one night at least. Then I got really excited, I was going to get Murph back! He is a sooky boy, has some issues. This is not surprising, when we first picked him up he was with Fletcher. They had probably NEVER been apart from each other. He comes to our house, then goes to another home and it has finally sunk in that he is on his own now. He is still totally adorable and much loved by his foster carer, just needs more people contact.
Since he actively avoids even making eye contact with anything feline the Siamese are having a complete ball tormenting him. I think The Chicken would get on well with these guys!
So Mr Murph is not coming here, niether is Phoebs...... or Fletch.
We have Skidattle, who had somewhat of a personality transplant between 8am and 4pm today. He now has one! Got home to a typical Patch Rat greeting, and low and behold, Mr gigantic fat unco Skidattle joined in! I don't call him that to be unkind, he is a lovely dog, he is just so chunky and well rounded in comparison to the delicate little girls we have had lately.
So all quiet here until after the Petacular. The one upside of this is that I now only have to wash 2 dogs for the weekend, not 4!