Hi I'm Borat (no not a famous movie character from Kazakhstan!)

 So it's been a whirlwind couple of days and here's where I've landed. The jury is still out on these people thus far. The lady, my foster mom, keeps telling me to get out of her ass. She states that she says that when driving and people are too close to the back of her car. I don't understand though. I'm not driving and neither is she!!

But alas here I am! In this short time I've got some accomplishments under my belt too. I've conquered the steps and slept in my foster mom's room on a soft comforter on the floor. I could get used to this home set up!

Here I am...aren't I handsome?!

This is where I slept last night...it was so nice! 

Anyway, I was home today and my foster mom disappeared for a loong time today! Wow did I miss her! She gives me a lot of kisses and that's exactly why I follow her. So I hung out with my foster mom's daughter today. She had the muzzle on me since I'm learning not to chase the cats when they run. This family hollers "No" in a really loud mean voice and that's my cue to stop what I'm doing. Apparently putting my front feet on the kitchen counter and on the bird cage is also a "NO!" thing too. Not sure why.

So when mom got home today, she took her fur off. I guess it's fur. She says it's clothing. Anyhoo she took all of it off and got into this portal and shut the door. I hear water and then she got out all wet. STRANGE for sure. Here's me checking her out after she exited the portal...

Here it is....can you help me find out where it took her?! My goodness! She got in dry and came out all wet! These people are ridiculous!!

So here are my knucklehead foster brothers. Clearly I'm the more intelligent one. I definitely look more sophisticated.

Anyway, if you have any compassion, please adopt me. I'm not sure I can tolerate this stuff anymore! If you're interested reach out to Paws on the Mountain Greyhound Adoption. Denise will connect you with my foster mom who will tell you how wonderful I really am!   

Guess what? I've been adopted!

So mom told me I had a surprise today. I was to have some visitors. I had no idea what that meant, but guess what? They took me home! After I did some leaning and met my new brother, who by the way looks like someone stuck him in the dryer! He's really little...something happened with him.  Anyway, he seems ok and guess what? There're two human kids! Just old enough that I can convince them to give me their beds! I really liked the dad too. He is the best petter. All I had to do was lean up against him, and he was hooked!

So home we went. I wonder what that will be like. I'll miss my foster family, but now I have one of my own!

Here's a picture of me just hanging out next to the cleared out garden while mom was folding clothes before my family came.

So as you see, I look so handsome with my new family!  Do you see what I mean about the little guy? He seems ok though. I need to teach him how to lounge a bit though! He's high energy.

It's been nice telling you my story. But "that's all folks" as they say in Looney Tunes land!!

Too Comfortable

 So my foster mom says I'm "too comfortable" now. I asked her what that meant and she said that I'm over being scared of the new environment especially since I've mastered the steps and haven't had any accidents in the house. I'm also good in the crate, though that's not as often anymore. I also am ok in the house with a muzzle. But interesting enough, she's been plopping that thing on me more often. I wonder if that has anything to do with the shoes....the toilet paper..... hmmm. Mom says I'm not letting her get enough sleep. What she doesn't realize is that if she lets me sleep with her and the other boys on the bed, it wouldn't be an issue. Golly, I could just lay on top of her. That is my FAVORITE thing to do. She accuses me of wanting to crawl under her skin. Is that REALLY so bad?! 

Anyway, I'm starting to like toys and I want more to chew. and I am soooo curious; my nose is in EVERYTHING! As you can see in this picture, my foster brothers have kind of had enough of me, they've told me in private that I'm breaking rules. Here they are....I guess this is why they look so disgusted.

So anyway, here are a couple of pictures of me showing off my wonderful ears and my strong physique! Aren't I handsome?!

Elroy the Lovebug

 So my foster mom says I'm a lovebug. I don't know what that is but she says this picture demonstrates this.

Mom says this is what I'm usually like. I love people. I'm a leaner and I love kisses. My foster mom does the best ear skritches too. EVERY morning when it's time to get up, I go from my bed on the floor of the bedroom, over to the side of her bed and guess what I do? I jump up and plop just my front legs across her body. I guess I surprise her because she always makes a funny noise!

Anyway, I've mastered the steps. I'm still a little wonky going up, but I'm doing it. And here's some of the best news.....I let my foster mom trim my nails with a Dremel. It was a little weird, but I watched my foster brothers have their nails done and they didn't seem to mind. 

Enough for now! We're hanging out at home on this rainy day. 

Welcome Elroy!!

Once again, we are fostering and that makes this mama pretty happy! It's been 4 years since I've had the chance to foster. 

Anyway, Elroy is a 4 year old boy, who within the first several hours has begun to conquer the steps and has been pretty polite to the cat (the other one ran for cover as a "just in case" measure!). As with our other fosters, I'll encourage him to type his own posts as we get to know him better. In the meantime, enjoy this SWEET face! It's just soooo kissable, and he thinks I'm a nut I'm sure!

Here's a bit of his experience in his own words...

Why didn't they warn me? This is ridiculous! I thought this would be a great place and then they put this nonsense on my head? I don't get it. Anyway, everyone seems to be ok here. There's another greyhound here and I think he's jealous because my foster mama keeps giving me kisses. It's strange though. She's not licking me. There's another smaller dog here and seems ok. He's obsessed with squeaky toys and balls. I don't get it. My foster mom says I'll eventually understand. 

So the food is good and the beds are nice. The only thing I don't understand is the steps. I've got the going down thing, but my foster mom says I'm awkward about it and am gonna land on my face one day when I miss a step. She also says that she's gonna pull a muscle trying to get me up the steps, one leg at a time. Once I'm up there, it's sleepy time and we all hang out in the bedroom. The other two dogs get on the bed. I'm starting to plop my big paws and legs on her in the AM when her alarm rings. She tells me that I'm squishing her. You just can't please some people. 

So here I am in this crazy place! Contact Paws on the Mountain or my foster mama if you'd me to give you some lovin'!

BTW I am appalled at this picture she posted of me. It looks like I was out on an all night bender! The gall of some people!

The Interview went well!

So I did it! I arranged to meet these fabulous people and sweet talked them into taking me home!!!

As you can see to the left I had a good rolling play session with my foster brother...

AND THEN.......



IT HAPPENED.....

THEY. CAME. AND. TOOK. ME. HOME!!!!!!

So according to this nice family, they have another greyhound at home....She's a girl!!!!

Oh I have butterflies in my stomach I'm so excited.

Anyway, I was so excited to get into their car and WHOOOSH! off we rode into the sunset. Well, Ok, it was a rain cloud. Sunset sounds better though don't you think?! This is the way all happy endings happen! 

And this is definitely a happy ending!

BEST Ear Scritches EVER!!!

So as you see above I am being spoiled by a professional ear scritcher. This guy is the best! The little mop next to his legs? Well she doesn't like me, but that doesn't bother me at all. She even tried to nip at me! Ha! with that tiny mouth? What was she thinking. Anyway, she's clearly jealous because of the ear action I was getting.

Here I am clearly more concerned about my foster mother than my foster brother is. My goodness, he didn't even care that she was walking out the door----WITHOUT US! What is wrong with him!


Anyway, my foster mom is amazed that I am 8 years old. She says that I am the best of both worlds- I have a lot of puppy play and am REALLY GOOFY, but I'm the best boy and am calm when she leaves and am soooo well behaved!
I am the best....Gold star Greyhound for sure.
Come visit me and take me home and I will allow you to scritch my ears and I will stare at you with the same loving eyes!