Time Of Discovery

It's a house party starring "The Boyz!" George and Stanley are hanging out at Cowboy's. Their momma is in Houston until Friday on a work trip. This evening's agenda included treats, dinner, treats, running outside, treats, sniffing throughout the house, treats, running outside, sleeping on the sofa, wrestling, treats, licking my ears, running outside, treats. Somehow, I think I'm missing at least one treat time.
It truly is interesting as well as thrilling having these lives in my home. I welcome these two boys. We'll have a good time. Since losing my Eponine, nothing has seemed right. But having Bear, Daphne, George, Stanley, Max, Casper and others stop by has been little bursts of fresh air. I am learning what they like, what they might be tempted to destroy or play with, if they slobber or sleep in crates, eat plants or smell them, and what kind of attention they desire, want and need.

Went to the Wayside site Wednesday and got sad when Carry's picture was gone. I worried something bad happened. I sent Wayside an e-mail and very quickly received a response saying she happily picked a home and was adopted. Those kind folks seem right on top of it.

One thing for sure, Wayside does incredible work for fantastic little monsters. The six I felt drawn to over the last few weeks all have been adopted! That's without a doubt good news.