well that didn’t take long. the minute i sit down and decide that i have nothing to share, along comes the most challenging yet rewarding role i could throw myself into: fostering.

kev and i have long wanted another greyhound if not for any other reason than to give cooper a height complex. while we can’t exactly afford to have a forevor dog right now we certainly had enough house and love for one. i contacted the greyhound adoption group at the racetrack where we got mollycate and asked if they had any pups that needed a place to hang until that perfect home presented itself. they answered quite emphatically: “Lira”. they explained that Lira, while in mid-race career, became pregnant and had whelped her litter. a couple of her litter were already placed in homes, two of which were in our weekly romp group. they then told me that Lira is a shy girl which literally translates to “we’d be surprised if she didn’t pee on your shoe in terror”. we knew that with a little patience and some wisdom from mollycate that we could give her a nice place to live for a while.

on saturday morning we drove to the racetrack with mollycate to meet our new house guest. Lira came out to us completely non-plussed with us and mollycate. that was until i tried to pet her. she did everything in her power to get away from me. as much as i tried not to i was a little disappointed. i mean, my friends call me the dog whisperer for god’s sake! we chatted with the kennel owners for a while and met some of the other dogs waiting for homes. Lira was still not entirely sure of us. i had a 2:00 p.m. meeting and wanted to get Lira settled at the house so we loaded everyone in the car and drove home.

once we had Lira in the house she panted and shook and even peed on the floor. she still cringes when we try to touch her (which leads me to believe that she had an awful experience with a human) and occassionally whines for attention, but all in all she is settling in well. she mastered stairs within a day, as well as mirrors, windows, and fat ass cats. Lira and mollycate get along famously, chasing each other in circles in the backyard. cooper couldn’t give to flying fricks about the whole situation.

who knows, we might fail at fostering and have to keep this goofy little girl.

that black box thing in your hand better be a treat.

man, i’m worn out. mr. froggy, please take my messages.

this is one of Lira’s puppies, Laura. she is approximately 4 months old

i laugh because you’re stupid

when we last left our heroine she was busy bitching about the greyhound group she belong to and its self-nominated (and much unwanted) leader. seriously, i have sat down to write about fifty different things but nothing comes of it. i’ll stop mid-post and think to myself “this is the dumbest piece of garbage that i have ever typed”. and then said post will end up in the draft pile awaiting it’s finish. sadly, there will be no finish.

this blog has become a thorn in my side. i don’t know how some people can sit down and post witty, interesting posts everyday. i can barely type out two sentances without throwing my hands up and saying “fuck this!”. my friends berate me on a regular basis (although lovingly) about posting. maybe i am uninspired. that is the result of being happy. i have nothing to bitch about ergo nothing fun and exciting to you to read.

i will be taking a leave of absense. i have no idea when or if i will return. but i do want to thank you (all 5 of you. hi mom!) for keeping up with me. this has been fun and i have enjoyed making friends and enemies. i’ve learned so much about myself and the world around me.

i hope to return very soon and not hating this.

love to you all!
liesl