<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962</id><updated>2011-09-28T08:48:03.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foster greys</title><subtitle type='html'>Blog for foster greyhounds in need of a home. These are retired racing dogs and make great pets. All dogs being fostered are in Arlington, VA. Please visit http://www.greyrescue.org to complete an application.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-285231582322197387</id><published>2011-04-15T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T05:04:51.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta new crib!</title><content type='html'>'Sup DMV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here to tell ya I gotta new crib! I'm gonna live with a family in Old Town. There's four of 'em--2 big people and 2 little people. I heard they already bought me a lunge whip, squeaky toy, and&amp;nbsp;collar. Yeah, I'm fancy, huh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sorry to leave this crib, but now Gracie and I both will have our stuff to ourselves. I think she's tired of sharing. Also, Mom is getting weird. She tried to make me taste what she calls peanut butter, and laughed when I looked at her and backed away&amp;nbsp;like she's some crazy B! That doesn't look or smell like kibble to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's time for me to spread my wings, er,&amp;nbsp;helicopter my tail, and take off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-285231582322197387?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/285231582322197387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2011/04/gotta-new-crib.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/285231582322197387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/285231582322197387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2011/04/gotta-new-crib.html' title='Gotta new crib!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-1639130023317196019</id><published>2011-04-10T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T05:25:23.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Rap Sheet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BV8cc3Vo71I/TaGd_nHwPZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8zx0E__MdYQ/s1600/DSC00273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BV8cc3Vo71I/TaGd_nHwPZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8zx0E__MdYQ/s320/DSC00273.JPG" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom said I should do an update and make&amp;nbsp;a list of all the good things about me. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Main&amp;nbsp;Attributes&lt;/strong&gt;: Calm, sweet, affectionate, walk easily on a leash, rides well in a car,&amp;nbsp;listen to commands, get along with other dogs (small and large), people and kid--friendly, let mom sleep in, and playful but not crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Main Areas for Improvement:&lt;/strong&gt; Need to work on not stealing Gracie's toys from under her, to be more confident around big, loud&amp;nbsp;groups (Mom forces me to walk through them, and as soon as they start petting me, I stop hiding behind her and soak it all in!). I will continue to need a little push on this, but I'm already coming around very well in the two weeks I've been here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Improvements so Far:&lt;/strong&gt; Mom had to tell me twice not to use her table to scratch my itchy gums. But as soon as I saw she was serious, I stopped. I may get the urge, I confess, so Mom keeps an eye on me for now and still crates me when she's gone. But I haven't done it since--stuffies are so much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I Haven't Experienced Yet:&lt;/strong&gt; A real kitty cat up close. I've been interested and barked at two of them, but I don't really want to hurt them--just see up a little closer! Mom thinks I'd get along with them too, but if you have a cat, she'll try to find one that's not scared of me, and introduce us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ideal Home:&lt;/strong&gt; People who like to pet greyhounds, and who will take me to play at a dogpark or have a yard so that I can chase my squeaky tennis balls--I do love it so! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Food:&lt;/strong&gt; so far, I love Gracie's Nilla Wafers (Mom said&amp;nbsp;G. has kidney disease, so has to be on a special diet). I also love my kibble (Mom spikes it with a little of G.'s chicken and rice), and I'm getting to understand why Mom's homemade Frosty Paws are so delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Least Favorite Thing:&lt;/strong&gt; Getting my teeth brushed with poultry-flavored toothpaste. Gross! Who are they trying to fool? I want minty-fresh breath like Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-1639130023317196019?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/1639130023317196019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-rap-sheet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/1639130023317196019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/1639130023317196019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-rap-sheet.html' title='My Rap Sheet'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BV8cc3Vo71I/TaGd_nHwPZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8zx0E__MdYQ/s72-c/DSC00273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-3101127248830479578</id><published>2011-04-04T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T13:34:14.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunnnnnnge Whippin'!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b893c5e665a4ba61" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db893c5e665a4ba61%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331329873%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7083A4063EF8CE7996FCA2F2FC55D4163B6F0CA8.80014C96E76C4BDF25A4DCACC6CC837B3C172A74%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db893c5e665a4ba61%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOYIY6h327ged5JKlwI2mXrZnFno&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db893c5e665a4ba61%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331329873%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7083A4063EF8CE7996FCA2F2FC55D4163B6F0CA8.80014C96E76C4BDF25A4DCACC6CC837B3C172A74%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db893c5e665a4ba61%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOYIY6h327ged5JKlwI2mXrZnFno&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got my lunge whip at Amazon.com for $12. GREAT way to exercise greys who really need it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-3101127248830479578?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/3101127248830479578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2011/04/lunnnnnnge-whippin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/3101127248830479578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/3101127248830479578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2011/04/lunnnnnnge-whippin.html' title='Lunnnnnnge Whippin&apos;!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-5156054894002364995</id><published>2011-04-03T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T14:25:20.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick note</title><content type='html'>'cause I am dog tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the dog park today, and I tore it up! I loved chasing those tennis balls. Mom seemed to like that I caught them and brought them right back to drop at her feet. She said I'm the best foster she's ever had. Word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made friends with&amp;nbsp;a chihuahua, and charmed every human there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to nap...sweet dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aIeXTd_AEE4/TZjlp-ab9GI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/PGsk4lOKd2A/s1600/IMAG0189.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aIeXTd_AEE4/TZjlp-ab9GI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/PGsk4lOKd2A/s320/IMAG0189.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-5156054894002364995?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/5156054894002364995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2011/04/quick-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/5156054894002364995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/5156054894002364995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2011/04/quick-note.html' title='Quick note'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aIeXTd_AEE4/TZjlp-ab9GI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/PGsk4lOKd2A/s72-c/IMAG0189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-7527296214673209178</id><published>2011-04-02T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T09:04:10.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da life for me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DjpUOW9gydM/TZdGTgH7ihI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DYdDNdE43H0/s1600/DSC00289.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DjpUOW9gydM/TZdGTgH7ihI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DYdDNdE43H0/s320/DSC00289.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foster Mom was so excited that I let her hold me like a baby! Gracie doesn't let her. It was the bomb!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GqAMd5srZZA/TZdGRJa0xJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/lY38iImEq6Q/s1600/DSC00291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GqAMd5srZZA/TZdGRJa0xJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/lY38iImEq6Q/s320/DSC00291.JPG" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just laid there very still, soakin' it all in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I've been chillin' at this crib for a week now. Every day is a new experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Yesterday, we took it to the Four Mile Run trail. I was cautious around all the new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;faces and butts...a guy can never be too careful about his rep. But Mom says as I build confidence (I'm still a young pup!) I will be the perfect gentleman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Ridin' in Mom's wheels is straight up fresh, and I like to relax on the seat while looking out the window. I'm also a pro athlete when it comes to stairs and lunge whipping. We'll post a video soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Rap withcha later...we're off to another fresh trail!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-7527296214673209178?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/7527296214673209178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2011/04/da-life-for-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/7527296214673209178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/7527296214673209178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2011/04/da-life-for-me.html' title='Da life for me!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DjpUOW9gydM/TZdGTgH7ihI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DYdDNdE43H0/s72-c/DSC00289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-6822535366940650697</id><published>2011-03-29T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T15:20:24.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Busy Day</title><content type='html'>Well, today was a day all about learnin'. I was high, I was low, I was happy, I was sad. I ran my buttocks off, I&amp;nbsp;relaxed in my crate. Mom was mad, then she wasn't, then she was, then she wasn't. I'm ready to kick it back and chill the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7n3lXnSuCB0/TZJZFCt70iI/AAAAAAAAAJo/8BsVg7tAPTE/s1600/DSC00285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7n3lXnSuCB0/TZJZFCt70iI/AAAAAAAAAJo/8BsVg7tAPTE/s200/DSC00285.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;First, I could not be outdone by that homey Rex. I said to Mom let's do stairs again. I gotta prove my colors.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AW1UBwwB8uk/TZJZITXrFlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/yDUyQCaYzNo/s1600/DSC00286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AW1UBwwB8uk/TZJZITXrFlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/yDUyQCaYzNo/s200/DSC00286.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rex, are you watching? They're not even carpeted!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WuYigDhjOZA/TZJYkOo53PI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9xUSHsguU3A/s1600/DSC00278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WuYigDhjOZA/TZJYkOo53PI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9xUSHsguU3A/s200/DSC00278.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;But then Mom yelled real loud when I helped myself to the ground turkey on the counter. Boy can she make a racket. And so I high-tailed it over to Gracie's bed and hid behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TM2qDtSnrA8/TZJYnk1mc3I/AAAAAAAAAJk/EGLndWsM660/s1600/DSC00283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TM2qDtSnrA8/TZJYnk1mc3I/AAAAAAAAAJk/EGLndWsM660/s320/DSC00283.JPG" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mom showed me a new game today--lure poling! She tied Peter Cottontail to the end and whipped him around the yard. Boy was I tired chasing him, and went to rest in my crate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, as Jay-Z says, it's&amp;nbsp;a Hard Knock Life,&amp;nbsp; but What Don't Kill Me Can Only Make Me Stronger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-6822535366940650697?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/6822535366940650697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2011/03/busy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/6822535366940650697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/6822535366940650697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2011/03/busy-day.html' title='A Busy Day'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7n3lXnSuCB0/TZJZFCt70iI/AAAAAAAAAJo/8BsVg7tAPTE/s72-c/DSC00285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-263371308182019868</id><published>2011-03-28T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T13:59:31.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ear dancing</title><content type='html'>﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdMU82JjdGU/TZDYuk8oEXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/B75FmjjfXrU/s1600/IMAG0187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdMU82JjdGU/TZDYuk8oEXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/B75FmjjfXrU/s200/IMAG0187.jpg" width="119" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"I take my ears to the left" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qe8WSGcWQQ8/TZDYMa3EOJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2riZxcR79RE/s1600/IMAG0184.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qe8WSGcWQQ8/TZDYMa3EOJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2riZxcR79RE/s200/IMAG0184.jpg" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"I take my ears to the right"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w-tSj76JdEU/TZDBlmtIjTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/MeTHbPowTxw/s1600/IMAG0187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w-tSj76JdEU/TZDBlmtIjTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/MeTHbPowTxw/s200/IMAG0187.jpg" width="119" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"I take my ears to the left"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"And I shake it all night!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;What's up DMV?! I am diggin' this retired life. I'm still a good boy--it's no front. I'm cool as a cucumber. Today, I let Mom sleep in until she was ready to wake up. ﻿I let her show me how to do the stairs, though I still need practice. So far, I'm cool with little and big dogs. Mom just needs to introduce me to some Catz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I won't bite or hurt ya if you give me food from your hand. I also let Mom put medicine on my privates, brush my teeth, and give me pills. I ain't mad at her! In fact, I follow her everywhere and love getting hugs, massages, neck rubs and kisses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I met a little human neighborhood&amp;nbsp;dude, and he&amp;nbsp;wanted to say hi. That's cool, I liked him. No problemo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gotta split, Mom's taking me outside for some stuffy action!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-263371308182019868?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/263371308182019868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2011/03/ear-dancing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/263371308182019868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/263371308182019868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2011/03/ear-dancing.html' title='Ear dancing'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdMU82JjdGU/TZDYuk8oEXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/B75FmjjfXrU/s72-c/IMAG0187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-513230249081603089</id><published>2011-03-27T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T08:01:09.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracie, my Shawty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GJ6dFqCoqKE/TY9N9_NPY2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/i9K3RB-BWMo/s1600/IMAG0171.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GJ6dFqCoqKE/TY9N9_NPY2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/i9K3RB-BWMo/s320/IMAG0171.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6jlp2-cA17A/TY9N_95gp6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vz_BXdu8JWs/s1600/IMAG0182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6jlp2-cA17A/TY9N_95gp6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vz_BXdu8JWs/s320/IMAG0182.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I never thought I'd be down with an older woman, but this Gracie is SOMEthin'. I find myself acting crazy around her...kissing her, wanting to walk next to her, trying to play tug of war with the moocow, and wanting to be on the same bed. She acts like she don't want it by growling, but I don't see her pushing me off! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I do like me some fine cushioning for my bones, and I was checking out the cold weather hound threads in the closet earlier. Can y'all believe it snowed this morning?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Mom caught me playing with the Migrator stuffy, and I thought I was in trouble. I was tossing it up in the air and catching it. Must be okay since today she threw it for me. That was cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Otherwise, I'm just laying low. Mom can't believe I'm 2 because I'm so calm and chill. But as I get used to&amp;nbsp;this retired life, I know I can shake it up from time to time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-513230249081603089?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/513230249081603089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2011/03/gracie-my-shawty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/513230249081603089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/513230249081603089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2011/03/gracie-my-shawty.html' title='Gracie, my Shawty'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GJ6dFqCoqKE/TY9N9_NPY2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/i9K3RB-BWMo/s72-c/IMAG0171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-382898910602988223</id><published>2011-03-26T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T12:29:35.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Davis is in da house!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VpPaBG7tuFo/TY3ovAcdbkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/sDR3rNSyIB4/s1600/DSC00274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VpPaBG7tuFo/TY3ovAcdbkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/sDR3rNSyIB4/s320/DSC00274.JPG" width="279" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sup, y'all! I transferred to my new crib this weekend. Foster Mom and Gracie met me at the Leesburg Outlets, and after Denise left, they tried to take me shopping! Girls...Well I was def. NOT down wit that! So we got in our ride and rolled down the Dulles T-R and here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone makes fun of the way I wear my ears, but I keep tellin' 'em that's how we do it in the mid-west, yo. Kinda like these homeys in the DMV wearing they caps to one side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm just chillin' and takin' it easy. These peeps here are so surprised at my manners, but while I'm dope on the outside, I'm a gentleman on the inside. I know where to pee, I haven't gotten into anything, and I'm pretty confident so I don't try to jump the fence or anything. Oh,&amp;nbsp; Mom says I walk like The Dream. Or did she say &lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt; dream? I hope she meant I swagger like The Dream. Anyway, sorry if y'all don't get my references. You just need to get down wit some hip-hop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out http://&lt;a href="http://www.greyrescue.org/"&gt;http://www.greyrescue.org/&lt;/a&gt; and send a shout out to Denise if you're interested in me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-382898910602988223?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/382898910602988223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2011/03/davis-is-in-da-house.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/382898910602988223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/382898910602988223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2011/03/davis-is-in-da-house.html' title='Davis is in da house!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VpPaBG7tuFo/TY3ovAcdbkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/sDR3rNSyIB4/s72-c/DSC00274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-8611716589066931365</id><published>2010-12-28T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T07:09:04.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor's Last Day in Foster Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TRn6JQRGJ6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/LcLhrjRMRWk/s1600/DSC00124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TRn6JQRGJ6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/LcLhrjRMRWk/s320/DSC00124.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Well folks, it's my last full day here and I'm so glad Foster Mom didn't dress me up or do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;anything weird for Christmas. I've seen&amp;nbsp;too many hounds dressed in deer antlers or Santa hats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TRn6QqoD5WI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zItZ6w6h3iA/s1600/DSC00115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TRn6QqoD5WI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zItZ6w6h3iA/s320/DSC00115.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Uhhhhh.....I spoke too soon. Mom thought it would be funny to wrap this radish-like toy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;around my neck, like a scarf or something. Sighhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TRn6XOxbfaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mlOo_1Zt_FU/s1600/DSC00118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TRn6XOxbfaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mlOo_1Zt_FU/s320/DSC00118.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Better you than me, buddy. Consider yourself lucky--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;She made her last greyhounds wear wigs and hats so she could take&amp;nbsp;a funny picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TRn6TAAlLHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/CZZlH_nMRo8/s1600/DSC00122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TRn6TAAlLHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/CZZlH_nMRo8/s320/DSC00122.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Well, I guess you're right. It could be alot worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TRn6bSZch-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/jila2QCV9NU/s1600/DSC00120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TRn6bSZch-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/jila2QCV9NU/s320/DSC00120.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm hungry again. No, maybe I'm tired. Or am I bored? Oh well. Let's nap on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-8611716589066931365?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/8611716589066931365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/12/taylors-last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/8611716589066931365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/8611716589066931365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/12/taylors-last-day.html' title='Taylor&apos;s Last Day in Foster Care'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TRn6JQRGJ6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/LcLhrjRMRWk/s72-c/DSC00124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-5251996023965282179</id><published>2010-12-19T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T17:17:45.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Timed it Perfectly</title><content type='html'>Well, it happened... I met this nice lady and guy, and they promised that my new home will be filled with couches&amp;nbsp;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&amp;nbsp;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&amp;nbsp;QUADRUPLE the amount of presents that Gracie gets. Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-5251996023965282179?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/5251996023965282179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/12/ive-timed-it-perfectly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/5251996023965282179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/5251996023965282179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/12/ive-timed-it-perfectly.html' title='I&apos;ve Timed it Perfectly'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-5533675759789030648</id><published>2010-12-12T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T13:54:16.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor Failed His Cat Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TQVBDAg0IcI/AAAAAAAAAIY/noqv2VSJ_kY/s1600/IMAG0135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TQVBDAg0IcI/AAAAAAAAAIY/noqv2VSJ_kY/s320/IMAG0135.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TQVBFxDJGyI/AAAAAAAAAIc/plLvkgsjdKM/s1600/IMAG0136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TQVBFxDJGyI/AAAAAAAAAIc/plLvkgsjdKM/s320/IMAG0136.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Fans,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&amp;nbsp;me and mom&amp;nbsp;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&amp;nbsp;there, so I know I made the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta sign out for now. Nap #59 is coming on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-5533675759789030648?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/5533675759789030648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/12/taylor-failed-his-cat-test.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/5533675759789030648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/5533675759789030648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/12/taylor-failed-his-cat-test.html' title='Taylor Failed His Cat Test'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TQVBDAg0IcI/AAAAAAAAAIY/noqv2VSJ_kY/s72-c/IMAG0135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-1494734121662335014</id><published>2010-12-06T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T08:26:57.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Special, So Special</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get the hang of things around here. I'm trying to be more patient when mom is fixing my food.&amp;nbsp; 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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&amp;nbsp;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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! 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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!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From Taylor:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey y'all, of course I'm special! I'm one of the most specially-colored dogs&amp;nbsp;ever! I'm so soft and handsome, I can't stop looking at myself in the mirror. Wish&amp;nbsp;that lady&amp;nbsp;would clean my noseprints off so I could see myself better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TPkwcTtONQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/1e14XWvlhuA/s1600/IMAG0131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TPkwcTtONQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/1e14XWvlhuA/s320/IMAG0131.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;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&amp;nbsp;right&amp;nbsp;away. I also couldn't wait to go out,&amp;nbsp;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.&amp;nbsp;I'm no dummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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,&amp;nbsp;but don't see anything special about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out! The mirror is calling me to check my fur!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-863248868175602531?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/863248868175602531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/12/mr-big-shot-is-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/863248868175602531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/863248868175602531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/12/mr-big-shot-is-here.html' title='Mr. Big Shot is here!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TPkoYYxTrUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cyXIbhewRIs/s72-c/IMAG0129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-3226126887947351607</id><published>2010-09-20T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T06:14:40.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finn found his forever home at the picnic...</title><content type='html'>We're very sad to see Finn go (well, maybe not Gracie--she likes having me to herself). But he was here just over a month and has turned into a wonderful greyhound and companion. He was ready to find someone else that needs him and that can love him for all of his days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss my buddy Finn taking up whole the kitchen&amp;nbsp;floor while I'm cooking, barging into the bathroom and trying to sit on my lap or get in the tub with me, mouthing my hands and legs while I'm petting him, grumbling at Gracie when she steals his bed, locking himself in the bathroom, getting on the treadmill, and so much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His new family is a sweet couple with one cat. They are very understanding people who can be patient and give him the time and space he needs to relax and fit right in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Trails Finn! We hope to see you again soon. &lt;br /&gt;Big XO from Foster Mom, Foster Dad, Gracie and Freyja&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-3226126887947351607?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/3226126887947351607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/09/finn-found-his-forever-home-at-picnic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/3226126887947351607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/3226126887947351607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/09/finn-found-his-forever-home-at-picnic.html' title='Finn found his forever home at the picnic...'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-7919418791677837752</id><published>2010-09-15T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T11:26:30.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Begging for treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Finn is doing great! We took him to the dog park the other day. He was&amp;nbsp;totally fine with the dogs, and&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;little gentleman and let everyone pet him. He got a little cut on his toe and laid down at one point. I was really nervous about how he would react to&amp;nbsp;the other dogs coming over to sniff him, but Finn just acted like it was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;no big deal. Yay!&amp;nbsp;He's just being a total love bug right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6a6fb2e9e814af3e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6a6fb2e9e814af3e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331329873%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B66DEF8675BAF75BCDE3721FF634367F78F65C3.1535AEED045CD8B09C6122FF3C840FBF7805BB5C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6a6fb2e9e814af3e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlVkwBEBn0dDwjgYeo2dmNdgA7bA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6a6fb2e9e814af3e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331329873%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B66DEF8675BAF75BCDE3721FF634367F78F65C3.1535AEED045CD8B09C6122FF3C840FBF7805BB5C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6a6fb2e9e814af3e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlVkwBEBn0dDwjgYeo2dmNdgA7bA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-7919418791677837752?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/7919418791677837752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/09/begging-for-treats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/7919418791677837752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/7919418791677837752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/09/begging-for-treats.html' title='Begging for treats'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-670843369885707503</id><published>2010-09-07T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T06:21:08.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finn Will Be at the Picnic</title><content type='html'>Unless he gets a home before that, of course. But we will be there a little later, like 2ish, since I have to work that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 2.5 weeks&amp;nbsp;and he's doing great. He tries to get on my lap while I'm on the couch. We haven't been allowing him up there, but it's pretty funny to see him try! He's a 74 pound lap dog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's now&amp;nbsp;also playing with stuffies in the back yard. He runs, shakes them, throws them in the air. He'll eat anything, including vegetables and&amp;nbsp;fruit. When he wants something that I'm eating, he'll sit on his hind quarters and wave his front paw at me. Very cute! Too cute to resist. We'll show you at the picnic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-670843369885707503?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/670843369885707503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/09/finn-will-be-at-picnic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/670843369885707503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/670843369885707503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/09/finn-will-be-at-picnic.html' title='Finn Will Be at the Picnic'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-1632921244545788344</id><published>2010-09-03T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T15:05:24.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finn's Idea of the Perfect First Week in a Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TIFv1ZG25AI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5XU3KHlKRow/s1600/IMAG0102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TIFv1ZG25AI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5XU3KHlKRow/s320/IMAG0102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gracie tells Finn to put a lid on it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We've had some fits and starts with potential adopters, and I wanted to write out how the ideal scenario would look in the first week should you want to adopt Finn. He's a tough nut in the beginning, but as soon as you're "In With Finn", you're in forever.&amp;nbsp;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finn's new owners&amp;nbsp;are understanding and patient people who have experience with dogs. They have grown children, if any, and ideally have another greyhound or calm dog. (Please note: single owners also just fine). &lt;br /&gt;When Finn's owners come to the foster home to&amp;nbsp;meet him for the first time, they understand that he is confused, anxious and&amp;nbsp;scared as to why people have come to the house and are focusing on him. He knows something's up. But the new owners understand that he is a sensitive yet intelligent dog that just needs some time to process things and feel secure. They pet him when he comes to them and give him treats, but they don't invade his space, especially while he's lying down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using a very positive reward system (again, treats), the new owners get Finn to their car. When they get him home, they allow him to check out his new surroundings and&amp;nbsp;meet any other family members or pets. They give Finn a bed or specific area where he can lie down and relax if he wants. Again, they know he is stressed, so they don't try to coax him or shower him with affection. They basically ignore him and let him come to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All caretakers take turns walking Finn and feeding him. All will have agreed on training for Finn--making him wait before he goes out the door, keeping him beside them on a walk, sitting, coming when called, and not letting him push other dogs out of the way. They all give brief affection to him when he approaches, but still not while he's lying down. If for some reason he growls, they will not punish him, but try to learn what is making him uncomfortable and remove the trigger if possible. If not, they they must work on desensitizing him, again, using a positive environment and rewards system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of the week, the owners will notice that Finn is following them everywhere. He is alot more affectionate, and even funny. The owners are, however, still not rushing Finn. They know (from the foster mom) that as soon as Finn decides he loves them, he will be the sweetest, most affectionate dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU WORTHY OF BEING "IN WITH FINN" FOREVER??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-1632921244545788344?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/1632921244545788344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/09/finns-idea-of-perfect-first-week-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/1632921244545788344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/1632921244545788344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/09/finns-idea-of-perfect-first-week-in.html' title='Finn&apos;s Idea of the Perfect First Week in a Home'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TIFv1ZG25AI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5XU3KHlKRow/s72-c/IMAG0102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-5763469819219787833</id><published>2010-08-30T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T07:49:53.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone better adopt him soon...</title><content type='html'>because we REALLY like Finn! But we can't keep him--we have 2 dogs, one of whom has renal failure, and it's just too much. Besides, we want to keep fostering as we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say this a bit tongue in cheek only to show:&lt;br /&gt;A. How much we like Finn because he's such a good, fun, goofy, sweet, affectionate dog&lt;br /&gt;B. How sorry we'll be to see him go. It's only been a week-and-a-half, and he's really adjusting well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've said before, I want to make sure he goes to the right family. He is a big, goofy puppy, basically, but does need to know who's boss so that he keeps his manners in check. He does bark on occasion (mostly when we're gone--but I believe no serious problems with separation anxiety). He LOVES attention and follows me everywhere. He is also getting along wonderfully with my husband--no growls for 6 days. Chris has been working with him, and it appears to be the key. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's 2 goofy Finn things I'll share:&lt;br /&gt;1. We went to Gettysburg for the day and took the dogs. On the way home, he kept making these funny faces and positions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/THvDT0D7aaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/4SOgKWWbgkM/s1600/P8280009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/THvDT0D7aaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/4SOgKWWbgkM/s320/P8280009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/THvDM96fyzI/AAAAAAAAAHg/lVJkjjpHObY/s1600/P8280007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/THvDM96fyzI/AAAAAAAAAHg/lVJkjjpHObY/s320/P8280007.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/THvEcdhaK8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/OD7Cu_NfULE/s1600/P8280008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/THvEcdhaK8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/OD7Cu_NfULE/s320/P8280008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. We were working out in the basement, and closed the dogs out. He started barking to be let in. We ignored him, so he disappeared for a while. Then we heard barking from a distance. I went to investigate and realized he was upstairs. I couldn't imagine why he wouldn't just come down. So I went up, and he had managed to trap himself in our tiny bathroom. The door was partially open, but he couldn't figure out how to use his nose to free himself. So he just barked until someone came to get him. Funny puppy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-5763469819219787833?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/5763469819219787833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/08/someone-better-adopt-him-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/5763469819219787833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/5763469819219787833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/08/someone-better-adopt-him-soon.html' title='Someone better adopt him soon...'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/THvDT0D7aaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/4SOgKWWbgkM/s72-c/P8280009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-4697829444799156390</id><published>2010-08-28T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T06:10:04.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple of photos of Finn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/THkHkSU3HmI/AAAAAAAAAHI/p8uo2jhHyG0/s1600/IMAG0091.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/THkHkSU3HmI/AAAAAAAAAHI/p8uo2jhHyG0/s320/IMAG0091.jpg" width="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Look at that face! He's a very handsome guy. And there's a deep, soulful intelligence behind those light-colored eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/THkIX2psmqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fGCdGAtCIVY/s1600/IMAG0098.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/THkIX2psmqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fGCdGAtCIVY/s320/IMAG0098.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Finn and Gracie are like two peas in a pod!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/THkIot3FwjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/XGCUDWDlPQo/s1600/IMAG0099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/THkIot3FwjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/XGCUDWDlPQo/s320/IMAG0099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chris continues to work with Finn to desensitize him to the one trigger that makes Finn become nervous and growl--petting him while he's lying down (it's not an issue for me). Chris has been using treats (Finn is very food-driven) to train him. So far, 3 days have gone by without a growl. I just think it takes time for Finn to adapt to his new surroundings, and some training and patience. He's an extremely smart dog who can read us like a book. He also is very focused and would make a great dog for any kind of job/activity, like agility. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Finn got on the treadmill today! Cesar Millan recommends it if you can't always walk them. I walk them hard 3x day, but it does wear on me eventually. So I was curious...and he got on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-4697829444799156390?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/4697829444799156390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/08/couple-of-photos-of-finn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/4697829444799156390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/4697829444799156390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/08/couple-of-photos-of-finn.html' title='A couple of photos of Finn'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/THkHkSU3HmI/AAAAAAAAAHI/p8uo2jhHyG0/s72-c/IMAG0091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-1324703575216612694</id><published>2010-08-26T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T17:42:32.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress: so far, so good!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so here's the deal as I see it so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finn is a wonderful, sweet, affectionate dog. He's a little leery of secondary caretakers. He has growled in his previous home&amp;nbsp;due to food issues, and in foster care, he growled 3x at my husband when he approached him to pet while he was lying down on his bed or floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not worried about dominance with other dogs--he does great with his housemates. He'd also rather avoid a confrontation&amp;nbsp;than provoke one. He's doing so much better in regards to waiting before going out the door and pushing the other dogs out of the way when I'm giving attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, the biggest issue to work on is the growling, which is more fear-based than aggression-based. We decided to eliminate the first trigger, which is food--namely bones. I don't give my dogs bones anyway (Gracie has kidney disease so it's a bad idea, and there tends to be tension anyway between her and her housemate). So that has been taken out of the equation, and I have had no issues with food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto the second thing--growling at Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were right to have Chris help take care of Finn from the beginning. After consulting with other greyhound owners, I decided to also have Chris work with Finn on obedience training and on desensitizing him to his touch. Oddly, Finn had no problems with Chris giving him attention while he was standing. It's only been while Finn was lying down. So our decision was to have Chris pet Finn while I pet him as he lies down (he has never ever growled at me). So far so good. Next was to pet him himself while giving Finn treats.&amp;nbsp;Last, Chris started obedience training tonight and we were delighted to find out that Finn knows both how to Sit and Lie Down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In my opinion, Finn would do best with someone who has grown children if any, and who is willing to work&amp;nbsp; on possible growling issues. Note that a single owner would probably not have any problems since he just loves his main caretaker. If you're a couple, then both people need to be agreeable to work together. He's a 2 y/o boy who is testing his limits, which is why I say he needs a strong leader/s to keep him on track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/THcG9SEiG1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/hxeer6WZDUY/s1600/P8260005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/THcG9SEiG1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/hxeer6WZDUY/s320/P8260005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/THcG5b7cVtI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ngxu8AOzfIs/s1600/P8260004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/THcG5b7cVtI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ngxu8AOzfIs/s320/P8260004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I would be happy to help anyone who is interested in adopting him. I can show our training methods and give explicit information on how to handle things. With all that said, I think he will make a wonderful dog with some work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-1324703575216612694?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/1324703575216612694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/08/progress-so-far-so-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/1324703575216612694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/1324703575216612694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/08/progress-so-far-so-good.html' title='Progress: so far, so good!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/THcG9SEiG1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/hxeer6WZDUY/s72-c/P8260005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-2715306073658602070</id><published>2010-08-22T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T19:50:56.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are So Proud of Finn!</title><content type='html'>We had a great weekend with Finn! We are getting to know him alot better and learning some of his funny quirks. He's really a great dog that will make a wonderful pet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we took the 3 dogs to Grandma and Grandpa's house in Bethesda. We did a walk, during which Finn&amp;nbsp;showed his talent for drinking water right from the squirt bottle (the other dogs couldn't figure it out). He also enjoyed a shower from the hose.&amp;nbsp;I mean, he &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; enjoyed it. He just happily stood there while I completely soaked him from head to foot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/THHhhppyxqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cM2vh0Vcqkk/s1600/IMG_0217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/THHhhppyxqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cM2vh0Vcqkk/s320/IMG_0217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He&amp;nbsp;greeted the 3 and 7-year-old nephews with a tail wag, and they&amp;nbsp;just loved him. Grandma also loved him, and he readily leaned into her to be petted. He also cockroached right on the deck! Finn is an extremely affectionate guy that seeks out attention. No instances of growling whatsoever that day (or Sunday). I think he just needs to relax, know who is in charge, and he's a really cool dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dogs had to stay on the deck while we ate dinner inside, and Finn did bark a little. But he calmed down after a minute or two. Like most greys, he wanted to be inside with&amp;nbsp;the people. He also showed some interest in chasing the tennis ball and tries to investigate the stuffies, but Gracie always has to beat him to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention that Finn likes to be touched so much, either scratching or rubbing, that he will do one of 2 things:&lt;br /&gt;1. slowly start melting down toward the floor, like when a grey gets a warm bath&lt;br /&gt;2. very gently mouth&amp;nbsp;the hand that's rubbing him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we had a nice, relaxing day. Finn is our velcro dog and just loves both foster mom and dad. As I mentioned, he's a big leaner and is constantly coming to us for affection. At this point, I think he would do fine anywhere. Obviously, if you have really young kids, they need to respect his space, but in general, kids should be taught to be gentle with any&amp;nbsp;new dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-2715306073658602070?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/2715306073658602070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-are-so-proud-of-finn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/2715306073658602070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/2715306073658602070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-are-so-proud-of-finn.html' title='We Are So Proud of Finn!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/THHhhppyxqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cM2vh0Vcqkk/s72-c/IMG_0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-3500342982094195127</id><published>2010-08-21T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T10:03:50.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finn like-uh da magic fingers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/THAEMA4R_BI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zq7V-c4A7ZI/s1600/IMAG0085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/THAEMA4R_BI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zq7V-c4A7ZI/s320/IMAG0085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I started massaging his muscles, and he loved it. He stretches out his arm and leg to really let me get in there. At one point I got interrupted, but he followed me around until I sat down with him again and continued massaging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He also loves my homemade frosty paws (see pic). It's frozen real yogurt, honey and banana. He was so excited he didn't know what to do. Finally, he figured out what my Gracie has already learned: hook your teeth on the edge while your tongue just licks over and over and over until it's gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Otherwise, he's doing very well. We had one more instance of him growling at Chris. But I determined that Finn is more of a "I'll come get affection from you when I'm ready" kind of guy, at least in a new situation. It doesn't take long--he was&amp;nbsp;my shadow by the next morning. But Chris, as his secondary caretaker, had not yet fed or walked him. Chris tried to lay down right next to him, which is how Finn growled both times. So if there is a second caretaker in the family, make sure you both take turns early on. And then let him seek you out for affection. I promise, it doesn't take long and he LOVES affection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Did I mention that he is a really cool color? It's hard to see in the pictures I have right now. But he's dark brindle with this really deep caramel color. People on the street just love him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-3500342982094195127?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/3500342982094195127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/08/finn-like-uh-da-magic-fingers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/3500342982094195127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/3500342982094195127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/08/finn-like-uh-da-magic-fingers.html' title='Finn like-uh da magic fingers...'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/THAEMA4R_BI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zq7V-c4A7ZI/s72-c/IMAG0085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-749613142476093696</id><published>2010-08-20T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T10:25:45.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Finn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TG62RiY-ILI/AAAAAAAAAGY/MweD0RoqMUk/s1600/IMAG0083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TG62RiY-ILI/AAAAAAAAAGY/MweD0RoqMUk/s320/IMAG0083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finn is a big, beautiful brindle boy who was returned after a few months. He is totally housebroken, walks well, doesn't destroy anything, and gets along with other dogs. Basically, he is a great dog, but needs a strong pack&amp;nbsp;leader/s to help him understand his place.&amp;nbsp;As soon as that relationship is&amp;nbsp;established, he is a calm, easygoing dog that is very affectionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I noticed he would dart out the door and push the other dogs out of the way. With a few simple training techniques that I applied the first day, he now calmly waits to go out only after I have already stepped out. I walk him on a short leash side by side with my other grey, Gracie, and they do great. If one steps away to sniff, within seconds they're both back in line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm giving Gracie attention, he'll come and push her out of the way. I just push him back, and call him over only when I'm ready. He's already learning not to push her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, he growled when my husband got close to him on his bed. Chris didn't back down and stood over him, staring at him. Finn slowly got up and slinked away, and we haven't had any more issues since then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tested him for several other possible issues, but he has done very well. I am currently feeding him alone and holding the bowl. I put my hands in there and touch the food, pet his muzzle, take the bowl away and give it back, but so far no issues there. I'll keep trying with different items. Last, he seemed a little wary of kids initially and put the brakes on during the walk when we saw some down the street, but I didn't let him change our direction. We walked straight past them, and the next day he walked up to some neighborhood kids while wagging his tail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, he's a good dog. I learned alot about the training techniques from reading Cesar Millan's two books--&lt;u&gt;Cesar's Way&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;Be the Pack Leader&lt;/u&gt;, which I recommend for every dog owner regardless of whether you've owned many dogs or not. I did the same things with Gracie, and she is a very well-behaved dog, despite being a bit of a princess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-749613142476093696?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/749613142476093696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcome-finn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/749613142476093696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/749613142476093696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcome-finn.html' title='Welcome Finn!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TG62RiY-ILI/AAAAAAAAAGY/MweD0RoqMUk/s72-c/IMAG0083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-7458840229607399618</id><published>2010-08-14T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T18:13:55.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocket Gone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TGc_GvTsXRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CWGt-g9PsJY/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TGc_GvTsXRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CWGt-g9PsJY/s320/photo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just like my name implies, I'm a fast-moving target! On one couch today,&amp;nbsp;and a different&amp;nbsp;one tomorrow. But I'm hoping to settle in for a while. The rest of my life, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my day started out with a big surprise! Foster dad took me and Freyja (and left Gracie home with mom) to see foster grandma and grandpa. I got to meet some kids, including 3-year-old Dylan, who told me that I was his favorite dog in the world. Wow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home and was enjoying a scratch on the neck by mom in front on my favorite AC vent. Gracie wanted to get in on the action, but I really didn't want to move. So she decided to lay down right on top of me. Golly! I yelled at her, but had to give up my spot since she's the resident hound, and a pushy girl. Anyhew, after a lovely dinner and some relaxation time, I was escorted outside to meet a family with 2 other greyhounds! It was a party with 5 dogs in the back yard for sure.&amp;nbsp; But the people and their little girl were so nice that I decided to give the guy a big hug, which is the way I sealed the deal. And just like that, I became a member of their family! Whoo-hoo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope I can cool my jets here for a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Rocket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-7458840229607399618?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/7458840229607399618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/08/rocket-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/7458840229607399618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/7458840229607399618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/08/rocket-gone.html' title='Rocket Gone!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TGc_GvTsXRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CWGt-g9PsJY/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-9182712856336862010</id><published>2010-08-13T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T17:47:00.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocket Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TGXm81uXOCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/zv1VDdLIWis/s1600/P8130006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TGXm81uXOCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/zv1VDdLIWis/s320/P8130006.JPG" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally taking a break from all of my travels to write...I went from West Virginia to Alexandria to Arlington all in one day, and this 9 year-old guy is ready to take it easy. But don't get me wrong--as soon as I figured out where to drop my suitcase for a while, I was ready for the next adventure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is it hot in here, or is it just me?&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Pant, pant, pant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;pant, pant,="" pant=""&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was real excited to meet my foster mom and dad, and my foster sisters. Especially Gracie, the other greyhound. But Gracie seems to only like momma, so I figured I'd keep my distance and let the girls have their way. Isn't it easier that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pant, pant,="" pant=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Pant, pant, pant)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a few walks already. I was so excited to cover alot of ground and I kept trying to make them go faster! But foster momma is telling me to chill and not pull; she kept mentioning some Cesar. Anyway, I got to pee on all kinds of cool things, including Gracie (HA!). It wasn't my fault her head was in the wrong place at the wrong time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm lying in front of the AC vent, and boy does it feel good. Mom even put a comforter here--she's a classy lady! And did I mention how much I love a little roast beef with my pills? Mom says my eyes might fall out of my head, they get so wide. One last thing for now--I chatter my teeth when someone is scratching my neck. They all laugh, but I just can't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-9182712856336862010?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/9182712856336862010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/08/rocket-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/9182712856336862010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/9182712856336862010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/08/rocket-here.html' title='Rocket Here!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/TGXm81uXOCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/zv1VDdLIWis/s72-c/P8130006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-1752167768863374847</id><published>2010-04-04T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T10:21:09.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella has found a home</title><content type='html'>Bella found a couple who are ready to take care of her and love her. Here's one last fun video I took...she's taking a very noisy nap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-792107d96c2a36f5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D792107d96c2a36f5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331329873%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5166BB87857A6387D032F197FC96649B296622E4.834692E6090F4BF17DA009026ED8A2F500B3BA7A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D792107d96c2a36f5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFAUBHaGakJmDk7x9Vi97HpUiub8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D792107d96c2a36f5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331329873%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5166BB87857A6387D032F197FC96649B296622E4.834692E6090F4BF17DA009026ED8A2F500B3BA7A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D792107d96c2a36f5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFAUBHaGakJmDk7x9Vi97HpUiub8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-1752167768863374847?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/1752167768863374847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/04/bella-has-found-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/1752167768863374847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/1752167768863374847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/04/bella-has-found-home.html' title='Bella has found a home'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-4991071725911210711</id><published>2010-04-01T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T08:28:14.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella's coming out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S7S7OhNHciI/AAAAAAAAACo/Dl0Jvq1Pbqk/s1600/P3290021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="114" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S7S7OhNHciI/AAAAAAAAACo/Dl0Jvq1Pbqk/s200/P3290021.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ms. Bella is starting to exhibit some greyhound qualities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;countersurfing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shunning the once acceptable carpet for a huge, donut-shaped dog bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting that sighthound "look" -- pointed ears, body rigid and 1 leg bent --&amp;nbsp;when spotting a squirrel on the walk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;coming to me for big, long bearhugs and leaning into me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cuddling on the couch, lying in the crook of my arm while we watch tv&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;She's also understanding that when foster mom is messing around in the kitchen, it usually means something good is going to happen! So now I have a buddy to keep me company while cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella is&amp;nbsp;still exhibiting some shyness, but coming to us on her own more than running away. And she's got that typical female behavior--she knows how to do something, but only if/when she wants to. For example, she can easily go up and down stairs. It's just a matter of getting her to do it when &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;want her to. Leftover bites of steak and liver treats help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, we're still working on getting her to go potty on the leash. We have a big, fenced-in yard and she just hates having to go when we're looking at her. However, on yesterday's walk, she sniffed the ground in several places and finally decided it was time to poo on leash! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-4991071725911210711?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/4991071725911210711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/04/bellas-coming-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/4991071725911210711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/4991071725911210711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/04/bellas-coming-out.html' title='Bella&apos;s coming out!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S7S7OhNHciI/AAAAAAAAACo/Dl0Jvq1Pbqk/s72-c/P3290021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-5280638991910344837</id><published>2010-03-30T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T07:06:12.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella's 4th day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S7IFEmbZBVI/AAAAAAAAACg/XmV3HEVdpj0/s1600/P3270016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S7IFEmbZBVI/AAAAAAAAACg/XmV3HEVdpj0/s320/P3270016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bella is definitely coming out of her shell more. We went on an hour-long walk yesterday with her housemate, Freyja. It seemed to be a great confidence-builder for her. She was very good on the leash and stayed pretty calm as other people and dogs came and went. Bella is&amp;nbsp;more comfortable with new dogs than she is with new people, but as she continues to have good experiences with people, she should be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slept with us in our bedroom last night and didn't make a sound. Lovely! She is also apparently crazy about coffee. Very curious yesterday morning, and then this morning, lapped up&amp;nbsp;the 1/4 inch left while I wasn't looking. Of course, coffee is bad for dogs, but she seems to be fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I had her on the couch. I know her&amp;nbsp;forever family might not want her on the couch, but I had to! I wanted to see if she would relax with me, and sure enough, she dozed right off in my arms! So nice to hold a greyhound again like that after Whisper passed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we've still got some training to do, so I will continue to work with her so that she can easily coast into her forever home! Bella will be a great dog if you have the patience to let her integrate at the rate&amp;nbsp;she needs to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-5280638991910344837?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/5280638991910344837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/03/bellas-4th-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/5280638991910344837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/5280638991910344837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/03/bellas-4th-day.html' title='Bella&apos;s 4th day'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S7IFEmbZBVI/AAAAAAAAACg/XmV3HEVdpj0/s72-c/P3270016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-3989088097716834263</id><published>2010-03-29T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T14:14:41.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Bella!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S7EXgwaFqMI/AAAAAAAAACY/kzkll2z4vDM/s1600/P3290020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S7EXgwaFqMI/AAAAAAAAACY/kzkll2z4vDM/s320/P3290020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bella is a sweet, petite brindle girl who is only 2 years old, and right off the track. She is also on the shy side. However, she has made several improvements over the past few days, so I think she will be able to adapt with a little extra attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, she didn't want to be near us or look at us. But after 2 days,&amp;nbsp;she is looking right at us, sleeping in the living room, and&amp;nbsp;learning to come when called. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, we have had no problems with housetraining. The car ride went fine and she got along well with our mixed breed dog. She didn't pay any attention to the neighbor's cat outside, though it was her first day and she may have been overwhelmed. So I don't know for sure about cats yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also trying to get Bella comfortable with walks. She's fine as long as the other dog is there, but would need some patience and understanding if she went into a home where she is the only dog. I am also not going to say for sure yet that she should be with another dog, but it would certainly speed up her adaptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned to see how Ms. Bella progresses! If you're interested in seeing her, please contact Denise first&amp;nbsp;at (304) 229-4944&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-3989088097716834263?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/3989088097716834263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/03/welcome-bella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/3989088097716834263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/3989088097716834263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2010/03/welcome-bella.html' title='Welcome Bella!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S7EXgwaFqMI/AAAAAAAAACY/kzkll2z4vDM/s72-c/P3290020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-5348914298711484192</id><published>2009-12-23T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T13:38:43.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarty's gone again...</title><content type='html'>This time with a family that has another older grey. Also, four people live at home so there will usually be someone to keep her company. She seemed to get along well with all of them. I&amp;nbsp;had just taught her to&amp;nbsp;give me her paw, so she kept giving it to each family member. Too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss that spotted dog again! Too quiet here, though I'm glad the fur output will be down a third for a little while...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-5348914298711484192?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/5348914298711484192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2009/12/tartys-gone-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/5348914298711484192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/5348914298711484192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2009/12/tartys-gone-again.html' title='Tarty&apos;s gone again...'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-5850313905746936465</id><published>2009-12-14T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T18:32:33.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another stoic grey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Dreaming of chasing bunnies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/SybzZXDSg-I/AAAAAAAAACI/mZ_JyNzy5tY/s1600-h/PC120031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rs="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/SybzZXDSg-I/AAAAAAAAACI/mZ_JyNzy5tY/s320/PC120031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tarty&amp;nbsp;got her nails clipped yesterday and didn't flinch. I don't think she had any idea&amp;nbsp;that I was doing anything unusual. This is great, because greyhound nails can grow very long and some greys&amp;nbsp;HATE having their nails clipped. I had a male grey like this, and I had to take him to the vet every time for a clipping. Tarty also is fine with getting her teeth brushed. They're in pretty good shape--also good since many greys have horrible plaque and breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-5850313905746936465?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/5850313905746936465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-stoic-grey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/5850313905746936465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/5850313905746936465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-stoic-grey.html' title='Another stoic grey...'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/SybzZXDSg-I/AAAAAAAAACI/mZ_JyNzy5tY/s72-c/PC120031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-3801806461947192934</id><published>2009-12-12T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T18:38:09.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tartan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/SyRR48ABHuI/AAAAAAAAACA/o8Gz_L1ZrYo/s1600-h/PC050025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/SyRR48ABHuI/AAAAAAAAACA/o8Gz_L1ZrYo/s320/PC050025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Relaxing by the fire after a long walk in the snow! Tartan is really chill. She's very easygoing and I think it's going to take a few more weeks for her personality to fully come through. She plays a little with the toys, but once we try to get involved, she drops them and goes back to her bed. However, today, she played tug of war with me, so that was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-3801806461947192934?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/3801806461947192934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2009/12/tartan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/3801806461947192934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/3801806461947192934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2009/12/tartan.html' title='Tartan'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/SyRR48ABHuI/AAAAAAAAACA/o8Gz_L1ZrYo/s72-c/PC050025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-4557906351408712462</id><published>2009-12-09T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:03:07.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All about Tartan</title><content type='html'>Even though she's 5.5 y/o, Tartan has only been off the track a few months. Every day we learn more about her. For instance, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tartan's Likes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being petted, snuggled with or hugged, or touched anywhere&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scanning the horizon for cats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pulling out every last squeak toy in the basket&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rooing with other greys, whether real or online&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tartan's Dislikes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being forced to walk for exercise without stopping to smell the p-mail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being&amp;nbsp;locked in the spare bedroom while she ate so the other dogs don't steal it. It was the one and only time she peed inside...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you like cuddly, affectionate dogs, this is the one for you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/SyBWs72fdDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qf1EkZWxYAI/s1600-h/PB170010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/SyBWs72fdDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qf1EkZWxYAI/s320/PB170010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-4557906351408712462?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/4557906351408712462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-about-tartan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/4557906351408712462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/4557906351408712462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-about-tartan.html' title='All about Tartan'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/SyBWs72fdDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qf1EkZWxYAI/s72-c/PB170010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-7270797574727600917</id><published>2009-12-03T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:47:44.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a sleeping buddy?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/SxgxZDFRnBI/AAAAAAAAABw/trwkSV1rLXY/s1600-h/PB170016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/SxgxZDFRnBI/AAAAAAAAABw/trwkSV1rLXY/s320/PB170016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/SxgxRz92xpI/AAAAAAAAABo/ll1y_GMp9IA/s1600-h/PB170011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/SxgxRz92xpI/AAAAAAAAABo/ll1y_GMp9IA/s320/PB170011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tartan is&amp;nbsp;warmer than&amp;nbsp;a pillow or blanket and just loves to cuddle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-7270797574727600917?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/7270797574727600917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2009/12/need-sleeping-buddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/7270797574727600917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/7270797574727600917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2009/12/need-sleeping-buddy.html' title='Need a sleeping buddy?!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/SxgxZDFRnBI/AAAAAAAAABw/trwkSV1rLXY/s72-c/PB170016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-6621989191513946024</id><published>2009-11-30T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T08:25:35.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's back. Back again. Tartan's back. Tell a friend...</title><content type='html'>Tartan is back in foster care and available for adoption again. She's as sweet as ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I last mentioned cats, I said I wasn't sure. By now, I have a pretty good feeling that she would not do well in a home with cats. When she saw the neighbor's cat, she had her front legs on the fence and the entire fence vibrated with her excitement! Now every time we walk, she looks in everyone's yards for potential cats. I think it's something that will lessen in time, just like my 12 y/o grey. But I don't think a home with cats would be a great idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves going on long walks with our mixed breed dog and tried to keep up or pass her. But Freyja is pretty fast so&amp;nbsp;Tartan just keeps trying...which is nice for us to get some exercise on the walk! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-6621989191513946024?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/6621989191513946024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2009/11/guess-whos-back-back-again-tartans-back.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/6621989191513946024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/6621989191513946024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2009/11/guess-whos-back-back-again-tartans-back.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back. Back again. Tartan&apos;s back. Tell a friend...'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-7761502552923784272</id><published>2009-11-20T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T17:57:24.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarty Farty (respectfully now named GiGi) is with her new family</title><content type='html'>Our sweet little foster Tartan / Tarty Farty / Don't Be Tarty for the Party (you have to watch Real Housewives of Atlanta to get that last one) left tonight with her new daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll miss her! How can it feel so quiet suddenly&amp;nbsp;with still 2 dogs around??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-7761502552923784272?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/7761502552923784272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2009/11/tarty-farty-respectfully-now-named-gigi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/7761502552923784272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/7761502552923784272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2009/11/tarty-farty-respectfully-now-named-gigi.html' title='Tarty Farty (respectfully now named GiGi) is with her new family'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-758719911906469458</id><published>2009-11-12T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T06:48:21.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption pending</title><content type='html'>Tartan is going to a forever home next week.&amp;nbsp; She'll be with a nice couple who has a sweet little boy to give her lots of attention!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-758719911906469458?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/758719911906469458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2009/11/adoption-pending.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/758719911906469458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/758719911906469458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2009/11/adoption-pending.html' title='Adoption pending'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-7177360468879589313</id><published>2009-11-08T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:38:49.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9</title><content type='html'>Tartan has earned her right to sleep outside the crate. We left her out one night last week&amp;nbsp;and she's been perfect ever since. We have also been leaving her out while we go out, and she's been fine. No accidents, no chewing or other destruction. She really knows how to just relax and sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, we ran into more kids and dogs, and she was fine with all of it. Her strong curiousity about other dogs is wearing out and she just casually sniffs them and moves on.&amp;nbsp;We have her on some Rimadyl for a left front leg limp;&amp;nbsp;we're not sure exactly what happened but we've been trying to be careful. However, she is a strong walker. She will slow down if you pull back and she is good at following. She kept a nice pace with Chris and Freyja in the lead on our last&amp;nbsp;walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, everything is going well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-7177360468879589313?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/7177360468879589313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/7177360468879589313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/7177360468879589313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-4256143552615703180</id><published>2009-11-05T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:14:00.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/SvOAhHu71RI/AAAAAAAAABg/gzYlMobj3wY/s1600-h/PB020002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/SvOAhHu71RI/AAAAAAAAABg/gzYlMobj3wY/s320/PB020002.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tartan is really making herself at home. She's starting to resist going into the crate now since the world in the living room is so much more fun. She loves pulling every toy and bone out of the&amp;nbsp;basket and littering them around her bed. She still follows&amp;nbsp;us everywhere and loves attention, as you can see in the photo. Chris was trying to work and she kept inserting herself between him and the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last night, I lied down next to her on her bed. She doesn't seem to mind having my&amp;nbsp;arm and leg draped over&amp;nbsp;her and does not seem to have any sleep or space aggression. When we say her name or walk toward her while she's lying down, she lifts her back leg. Very funny! She also fully cockroached for the first time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She is walking well on the leash, though still needs some guidance to stay to one side. She loves to smell everything and wants to explore everywhere. We&amp;nbsp;met a small dog on the walk tonight, and&amp;nbsp;Tartan was really interested in her. I was a little worried, but&amp;nbsp;Tartan mainly just wanted to shove her nose up the dog's butt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-4256143552615703180?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/4256143552615703180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-6.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/4256143552615703180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/4256143552615703180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/SvOAhHu71RI/AAAAAAAAABg/gzYlMobj3wY/s72-c/PB020002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-5754857246211592824</id><published>2009-11-03T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:01:05.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>Tartan is doing great! Her personality is emerging more and more each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves playing with stuffies and will chase after a tennis ball. Yesterday, we played an online video of greys rooing and after turning her head left and right, she&amp;nbsp;felt encouraged to join in. Tonight, we got a full roo serenade. She even followed Chris' lead and it sounded like she matched him note for note!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still has not had an accident and goes into her crate no problem. However, she would love nothing more than to be up on the couch with us. She tries over and over and seems to think we'll re-think our policy of not letting her up. She is also stealing my 12 y/o greyhound's bed again and again. I keep chasing her off, but she keeps trying me. I do think she is very smart and will listen, but just really wants a bed to call her own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tartan is a total love and very easygoing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-5754857246211592824?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/5754857246211592824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/5754857246211592824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/5754857246211592824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-987885366292400506</id><published>2009-11-01T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:00:49.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tartan likes da sweet home life so far!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/Su4snLoZbcI/AAAAAAAAABY/vlgVQeN11YU/s1600-h/PB010067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/Su4snLoZbcI/AAAAAAAAABY/vlgVQeN11YU/s320/PB010067.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tartan is settling into home life. She acts as if she's been in a home before: she does stairs no problem, is housebroken so far, and knows where the soft places are for relaxing! We are not letting her up onto the furniture, however,&amp;nbsp;in case her new owner will also not want to. We're also teaching her that humans and dogs do not eat out of the same bowl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She's starting to let loose and play. She found this bone in the toy chest and played with it as if it were prey. Which, by the way, she does apparently have some prey drive as she became very excited at seeing a squirrel today. Still not sure about cat safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But in general, she's a big love.&amp;nbsp;I'll hug her from the front, and she'll rest her head&amp;nbsp;on my shoulder, leaning her full weight into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She has thankfully gone into her crate each time with no complaint. In fact, she's resting there voluntarily as I write. And the first night...not a sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-987885366292400506?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/987885366292400506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2009/11/tartan-likes-da-sweet-home-life-so-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/987885366292400506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/987885366292400506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2009/11/tartan-likes-da-sweet-home-life-so-far.html' title='Tartan likes da sweet home life so far!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/Su4snLoZbcI/AAAAAAAAABY/vlgVQeN11YU/s72-c/PB010067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930013295393077962.post-2681726569464026193</id><published>2009-10-31T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:58:07.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Tartan!</title><content type='html'>Tartan is a 5.5 year old female and is white with brindle patches. She was a momma at the race track. I thought she deserved a soft place to lie down until a real home could be found. She is a real sweetheart and absolutely loves people. So far, she's my velcro dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tartan gets along great with kids and is very gentle and affectionate. She's got all of her shots up to date, has been spayed and has had her teeth cleaned recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tartan rides well in the car. She pulls a little on the lease, but is responsive to a light yet firm tug to get her walking next to me. She seems to get along with other dogs--we have another greyhound and a mixed breed. She was very excited at seeing a Jack Russell earlier, but hopefully she saw him as a friend and not lunch. Not sure about cats yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only slight negative is that she jumps up on people and therefore has a very easy time jumping up to the counter (with her front paws, that is). We're trying to break her of that habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in Tartan, email me at daniellering@yahoo.com. You may also learn about greyhounds and complete an application for adoption at http://www.greyrescue.com. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come as we get to know her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/SuyU_DT7XSI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BXaFV8gFtfk/s1600-h/img2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/SuyU_DT7XSI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BXaFV8gFtfk/s320/img2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930013295393077962-2681726569464026193?l=fostergreys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/feeds/2681726569464026193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2009/10/welcome-tartan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/2681726569464026193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930013295393077962/posts/default/2681726569464026193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fostergreys.blogspot.com/2009/10/welcome-tartan.html' title='Welcome Tartan!'/><author><name>Danielle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/S_b7LqMoe5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBhFtW5mOmg/S220/004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9pwrDyaXjms/SuyU_DT7XSI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BXaFV8gFtfk/s72-c/img2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
