Taylor's Last Day in Foster Care

Well folks, it's my last full day here and I'm so glad Foster Mom didn't dress me up or do

 anything weird for Christmas. I've seen too many hounds dressed in deer antlers or Santa hats.

Uhhhhh.....I spoke too soon. Mom thought it would be funny to wrap this radish-like toy

around my neck, like a scarf or something. Sighhhhh.

Better you than me, buddy. Consider yourself lucky--

She made her last greyhounds wear wigs and hats so she could take a funny picture.

Well, I guess you're right. It could be alot worse.

I'm hungry again. No, maybe I'm tired. Or am I bored? Oh well. Let's nap on it.

I've Timed it Perfectly

Well, it happened... I met this nice lady and guy, and they promised that my new home will be filled with couches AND soft dog beds. They went to somewhere called Aspen, which sounds lovely to me. It sounds like there's alot to pee on out there. But unfortunately, I'm stuck here until they get back after my birthday. Well, I guess it could be worse. Foster Mom let me sleep in bed with her and Gracie last night, and we went on a car ride to the park where Dad ran with me down the bike trail. Whew! It was good to get those wheels rollin' again!

So anyway, it's good timing because Santa will visit me at the foster home AND I'll get something special for my birthday. And THEN, I heard Santa will leave something under the tree in my new home...AND it's my birthday so in all I will get QUADRUPLE the amount of presents that Gracie gets. Life is good.

Otherwise this week, I copped to being able to do the stairs. I slept through a pedicure, and I'm still working on contolling my urges around squirrels.

So Fans, stay tuned if you want to hear a little more about my last week. I'm not sure if my new family has the internet or not, but I'll be sure to leave a parting post. Til then, happy cockroaching!

Taylor Failed His Cat Test

 

Hey Fans,

Well Foster Mom tried to give me away today, but I made sure it didn't happen. I am pretty comfy here...I mean, I can hold down the guestroom bed all by myself. I get Frosty Paws, walks, and massages. Who knows what is beyond this place?! So's me and mom went to this lady's house (guess she was pretty nice), but that cat of hers just kept taunting me and calling me a stinky knucklehead dog. So I tried and tried to catch her and teach her a lesson, but mom wouldn't let me. So we came back home, I got a Frosty Paw, and now I'm holding down a plush fleece bed. I didn't see any beds or Frosty Paws there, so I know I made the right decision.

Mom says I can only stay here for a little while though, and that I need to be more charming with the next peeps who come and see me. Mayyybbbeeee if they have better dog beds I'd consider it.

Otherwise, I hate the rain. And I still hate the stairs, so I stay downstairs while they sleep. I'm kinda a one-level living guy. A rambler-style house would be great! Of course, I can do stairs (mom made me go up and down the stairs by the park like 100 times), but I enjoy getting my way; it's one of the only times!

Gotta sign out for now. Nap #59 is coming on.

I'm Special, So Special

Hey y'all,

I'm starting to get the hang of things around here. I'm trying to be more patient when mom is fixing my food.  I'm also mostly walking next to her, but I do still really like to pee on things outside and can't pass up an opportunity when it presents itself. It just makes my heart feel warm! And this Florida guy needs all the warmth he can get in this place!

OMG, I love meeting new people and new dogs. No wonder the other hounds at the kennel kept talking about retirement. It really is great! Foster Mom and Dad can't stop petting me and hugging me. I think it's because I'm such a soft guy, and because I just stand there and rest my head on their shoulders. They seem to like that!

I've got a secret though--I know how to do stairs, but I'm not telling them yet. I like when they stay downstairs with me. One time, Foster Mom made me go up one step at a time. I was still a little weirded out by the whole living in a house thing, so I put up a little fight. And guess what?! I made her carry me back down. A guy could get used to that. But I think there's more stair training today, so I guess I'd better decide when I'm going to tell her I can do them so's we can move on to something more fun!

Otherwise, no more rumblings in my tummy, so I'm getting great sleep! Foster Mom had to wake me up this morning. I was trying to play Possum, but my tail gave me away!

Last, I bet you didn't know, but I am a private investigator. There are several other greyhounds in this house, and I'm determined to find them! Watch....

Mr. Big Shot is here!

Welcome to Taylor, who was apparently a big shot (or at least a well-loved boy) at the kennel. Denise noticed little drawings of hearts on his plastic muzzle, along with the names Taylor and Tay-Tay. She's never seen this before, and thinks it must mean that there is something really special about him!

From Taylor:

Hey y'all, of course I'm special! I'm one of the most specially-colored dogs ever! I'm so soft and handsome, I can't stop looking at myself in the mirror. Wish that lady would clean my noseprints off so I could see myself better.

Wow, lots of riding recently, but hopefully I can chill here for a little while and learn the ropes from Gracie! That lady Foster Mom can be very nice, but boy can she be stern too. I was so excited when I got here. I mean, I just wanted to smell everything! Mom said I have ants in my pants--whatever that means since I don't wear pants. I also thought I was being polite by getting my own food off the counter so Foster Mom could relax. But I got yelled at, though I do have to say she thanked me for listening to her right away. I also couldn't wait to go out, drag her down the street, and pee on as many things as possible. But she's a strong one, and made me walk next to her. Hmmpphh, alot of rules to learn here. But at least I know not to lift my leg inside. AND I know that bedtime is quiet time. I'm no dummy!

Enjoyed a good couple of laps in the yard today and looking forward to dragging mom I mean walking calmly next to mom on our next outing. Oh yeah, squirrels remind me of bunnies, and that's another thing mom is trying to get me to stop whooping it up about. I also met 2 cats, but don't see anything special about them.

Last, I'm shy to admit, but I'm a big snuggler. I love to be pet and loved, and I wish Mom would invite me on the couch with her and Gracie so we could all snuggle. Or, snuggling on my bed is just fine too. My space is yours!

Over and out! The mirror is calling me to check my fur!