PA's Makin Time (Boomer)

2010-06-26T18:05:00.000-07:00

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Summer Camp

2010-06-16T19:43:00.000-07:00

A week ago my foster family had to go out of town. I was told that though I couldn't go with them I would have a very special experience of my own. I was going to 'camp'! I was excited to see all the packing...even my crate and bed was loaded up. I love riding in the car, as you know, and this was no exception. No doubt the ride to 'camp' was all part of the fun!

I got to stay with a pretty and wonderful lady named Miss Shell. She had two greys of her own. One was a foster too. We had a great fenced-in yard and became friends right away. But the best part was that I enjoyed a 'Spa' experience! While at Miss Shell's I got luxurious treatment with a pedicure (I got lots of toenails) and a special herbal oil massage to make my coat shine.

I was happy to see my Fofam when they returned. But, camp was great for a little change. Truth is, though, that I would like an even bigger change by finding my forever home. Next time, my camp 'art work' could be just for you!

On The Road Again

2010-03-06T14:51:00.000-08:00

I love going for rides. I like to sit up and see everything that is going on.

Last weekend, my FoFam (foster family) took me to the Georgia National Cemetery in Canton. I knew that I should be quiet and respectful so I was.

I don't understand about soldiers and wars, but I do understand about freedom. I have the freedom to enjoy a soft bed, a full tummy, lots of pets, and stuffies to play with. I have the freedom to dream about my forever family and the love we'll share.

I know my dream will come true. Are you the one to fulfill it?

Valentine Snowfall

2010-02-13T18:28:00.000-08:00

I have discovered snow! It came down soft and light all afternoon gradually transforming my domain into to an eerie white blanket on the ground and in the trees and bushes. As I stepped out on my evening walk I was surprised that my feet settled in like on soft sand, but it was cold and wet. And when I stuck my nose into it for the all important sniff test I came up with a white snout. As I tended to business, FoPa said “Don’t eat the yellow snow” and laughed. As we walked, the light snowfall would salt my black coat requiring an occasional shake.

The next morning I awoke to find the ground deeper in the snow stuff. I didn’t want to venture too far for my morning constitutional in the back yard before breakfast. After breakfast I enjoyed a good walk with my foster family. The sun had come out and added a glisten to the snow all around.

Sometimes a walk can be routine. But I like to stay alert for the chance to meet a new dog, or their family, or even the local cat out for a stroll. But today I was told to keep my eyes out for the ‘snow bunny’. Now I’ve heard of the Easter bunny and I was taught to run for the 'money bunny’ when I was young, but I’ve never seen a ‘snow bunny’. So, I’m lookin’ and sniffin’ and hoping to see this new critter. Then, just as the walk is about to be over, I see him! He hopped out of a hedgerow and sat in the snow at the edge of his cover. He took little, short hops as he sniffed the surroundings. His fur looked so soft and warm and just the right color to almost blend into the surroundings. But he didn’t escape my keen eyes before returning to the safety of his hedgerow.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

And maybe if you look hard (or take me for a walk someday), you’ll see a snow bunny too!

Rain and Cold, UGGH!

2010-02-06T16:04:00.000-08:00

It seems like it is forever raining and cold in these parts. When I lived in Florida it was warm and sunshiny, there were blue skies and puffy white clouds. People would talk about Georgia: its pretty green, rolling hills, but that they had a drought up north. Well let me tell you --- they got some of their facts wrong! I ain’t seen no drought! And with all the rain I’m not getting any travel time to see those pretty rolling hills. All it does is rain, rain, rain. And it’s cold outside, like crazy cold. It’s a good thing that I don’t require a long walk to take care of the basic necessities. When it’s raining, just find me a patch of grass and I’m good to go, and fine to get back inside. Longer walks are an occasional treat, but they are scarce these days.

Thankfully, FoPa (foster papa didn’t appreciate my French in the last blog) figured out this wood stove thingy. For the longest time he didn’t realize that you have to put wood in it and light a match. But, boy does it make my lounge bed cozy warm! I just curl up, close my eyes, and dream about all the wonderful warm days of spring that lie ahead. The only thing missing in my dream is what you look like (my 'forever' family, that is).

On these rainy days I’ve also discovered the extraordinary pleasure of a ‘bully stick’. Just check out the video and you can see and hear the contentment of that new found wonder chew! I sure am glad Teddy Roosevelt invented it (He’s the one that said “Bully! Give ‘em a big stick!”).

Ears to You Kid!

2010-01-30T12:47:00.000-08:00

FoMo (foster mom) says I need to let you know that I am broken. I am NOT broken, but she says to show you my "wondermous earsies".

This is me being relaxed and chilled. Perfect 'rose ears'.
Maybe I’ll take a nap.

This is me being happy, interested and ready to have fun.
Did somebody say "Let’s play"?

This is me seeing a yummy rabbit-y thing far, far away.

"Boomer!"
"Yes, FoMo?"
"That last picture is not of your ears. Those are Duncan's ears."
"Humph! I am wearing my striped suit, that's all. My ears are beautiful even if they don't stand up straight."
"Yes, Boomer, they are. You are a very handsome boy."
"Thank you."

(I wonder --- if foster mom is FoMo, is foster dad FauxPas?)

Play Time

2010-01-24T10:33:00.000-08:00

I have a foster brother, Duncan. He shares his toys and we take walks every day together. It’s sort of fun seeing who can get their leash on and be first out the door (it’s usually me). Don’t get me wrong, Duncan’s smart enough, but I do stairs much better than him. I remember my first week here I went upstairs where the people have their bedrooms. They told me I wasn’t allowed upstairs. OK by me, I have a great bed downstairs (haven’t been upstairs since). I even understand when they say “Time for bed.” Having a ‘bro’ is good for playing and sharing walks, but I like my own space too.

New Friends

2010-01-18T18:54:00.000-08:00

Hi! I’m Boomer and I moved into my foster home back before Christmas. A lot sure has happened since then. I’ve learned about trees in the house, people visiting for ‘parties’, doggie stockings, and even snow! I get to take walks every day and there are other dogs that get to walk in my neighborhood too. I’m so excited to meet them that my tail wags extra hard and you better not get in its way. My foster dad sometimes calls me Mr. Waggy-tail (boy is that dumb!). I tell everyone that I’m just visitin’ and trying to spread the love.