Well darned. Minnie's third home visit was Thursday and this time she lost out to sleek, black Game. It's kind of hard to compete when the other dog stretches out on the floor next to the adopter and lays his head in her lap. No hard feelings. I've always had the sense that the foster dogs discuss the home on the way to the applicant's house and have decided who is going to stay before we even get there! Anyway, congrats to Game who is now living with Taylor and Keith Vroman.
Today's bright sunny weather has had Minnie going in and out the back door a lot. Problem is, she gets out there and finds out it's cold and windy and then wants back in. When not doing the revolving door trick, she's been chewing on a bone. Oh, and she snagged a skein of yarn out of my knitting bag and pretty much unwound the whole thing. Oh well.
She sure is social. We've had a couple of people come by to pick up foster food and such today. Minnie's greeted each one at the door like an old friend. The trick is convincing her that she's not leaving with this visitors. I suspect she thinks we're boring!
