I got up bloody early to a gorgeous morning with loads of sunshine and a mid-sized black foster dog that is bound and determined to worm her way into my hard and cold heart.
We went to the Dog Park where she ran her butt off chasing butterflies, squirrels, birds, and lots of other dogs. She ran into the creek for the very first time in her life and was pleasantly surprised with how much fun it was. So she then decided to splash the water and try biting it. That proved to be a lot of fun until another dog joined in and then it was time for more chasing. 90 minutes of utterly unrestricted play and excercise...she is now at the wine shop with me, sleeping under the counter happily.
Tomorrow I hope to hear that she will be mine on a forever basis. It's been two years and two weeks since I lost my old Scully.