Things in foster-land are going pretty well - of course that's from my perspective. I think I've gone Number 1 in the house only about 6 times this week and Number 2 - only twice and only in my crate. The foster parents aren't too thrilled with what they believe is at times an unattainable task of house training me, but I know that some day I'll get the gist of why I need to go out in the cold, damp grass to go potty.
I'm fully healed from my surgery now, which means Digby and I get to play as hard as we did before. I just love playing with him. He is so much fun. Prinnie has started to make efforts to play with me too. I look up to her A LOT. I bark when she barks, I run when she runs, I look for spaceships when....uh, WHY does she search for spaceships again?? Anyhow, I get to go for car rides several times a week, and am getting to be a pro at the routine of waiting to go up the stairs to bed at night until the parents are up there and call for us to join them.
Here's wishing you all a fun-filled weekend, and paws crossed that we get to go for funnel cakes tomorrow!!
Atka - out!






