our little foster doggie went home today. sort of bittersweet-- she was a pain in the butt, but could also be super sweet and cute. we spent a busy day yesterday together running and swimming (she's a water dog!) at a nearby farm, and she spent most of the evening sleeping in my lap, which is more than adorable. Got to enjoy most of the afternoon in this amazing pool:
They say 'summer is slipping away' but i'm still enjoying it! Doggie#1 loved chasing the birds and running through the fields, though is terrified of the cows and horses.
Doggie#2? yeah, not so much afraid, more angry. So she decided to infiltrate their paddock and take matters into her own hands. She spent a good half-hour barking at the nice cows who weren't sure what was going on. mostly they just looked at her like she was crazy, and we were a little worried she'd get trampled, but alas she came back unscathed. Maybe she was trying to herd them? hmmm....
so this morning we said goodbye. Doggie#1 is lying by my side and napping. i think she's somewhat relieved (as are we) to see her go, but a little confused and depressed. they did have fun together. we wish her well back with her family, and hopefully we'll have some playdates. maybe we'll just have to find doggie#1 a new friend?? maybe.