Good News, Bad News

So, which do you want first?

(oh, and sorry about the color change - I accidentally changed it and can't get the original color back - may be a day or two in blue).

The good news is we're walking - a lot, in the extra frozen tundra. More good news? He's walking better on the leash. Not pulling my arm off like before. The more we walk the more tired he is. Yeah, right, who am I kidding. The half hour walk we took yesterday was just a warm up for him. Although I have to say the 45 minute walk in the snow and blow that we took today did a number on him. He even trotted a little bit.

He's very headstrong, very smart and very much a young doggie. When he finally grows up, in a year or two, he's going to be an amazing dog. He's pretty ok now but he's got so much crazy puppy in him. Oh, and the herding instinct is kicking in really well too! If he's not herding the cats he can find, he herds the toys after that he herds footwear. All of the shoes and boots can be found on the rug by the front door. All of the toys and bones on his blanket in the family room.

Now, the bad news. No, no, no accidents (or so I'm told) in the house today. We'll see what happens tomorrow. Ya gotta love the little green machine for cleaning up dog messes. The bad news is that because he is a long haired doggie, he also has long hair between his toe pads. The snow collects here and makes little itty bitty snowballs that I'm sure burn like fire on his not-even calloused baby Texas pads. Ye-OWW!

I'm going to figure out how to make some booties for his footies and strap 'em on. I'm sure all of my hard work will be rewarded and he'll leave them on for...oh, ten or twelve seconds at least...

Oh well.....Now for some pictures.

Metal Bamboo Forest....

Don't his feet look HUGE?? We all thought so too until you feel them and realize it's only fluff.

Here is what the cats see when they look up the basement stairs...Mocha....

Te'a...

Chance...Who really didn't want to cooperate...

No, no never dull around here. And so dear friends, I've imparted a bit more knowledge about our new pal, Chance, Chancey, Chase, Champ, Chauncey, our new foster dog. Clearly no names have jumped out at me just yet. Jack was easy. That just spoke to me. Jack. We'll get there - eventually.

Stay warm out there kiddies. Tomorrow is supposed to be wicked cold. Brrr.