It's been very busy to-day. Lynda got me all spiffy for my new family - shampoo, nails clipped, teeth brushed and an info-pet chip stuck not all that gently into my back. And then she left me cooling my heels in a pen - for forever. Boy, these people had better be pretty special.
My family arrived at sunset - not in any hurry to meet me, I guess. So I acted real aloof to show them who would be boss. It worked. They scratched and petted me like crazy. I was in total control.
The man, the Grump, is a big guy about 100 years old who doesn't get around all that well. He's a target for sure. The lady is real nice. Bet she'll be a softy. A Greyhound can tell these things! The son is a teenager. I'll just stay out of his way - a little hard to figure teenagers.
They drive a tiny little car and expected me to share the back seat with the teen. Sure! I stood up all the way home and pushed the kid into the door! It was
a long trip. But I stood my ground. No crate this trip. I might like this.
The house has stairs everywhere. Could be a problem. And a huge fur-ball who thinks he owns the house. We'll see. Watch out fella..... Foxy has arrived.
Bed time. Oh joy! I'm sleeping in the office with the Grump.
Love and kisses,