Fostering Ferals

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Raining cats and dogs...and fish

My boss has returned from 3 weeks in Europe. I am finally back to walking a manageable number of dogs per day - which is less than 25. In these past few weeks, Bob and I moved into a new beautiful cottage, became caretakers of a fish pond, are playing host to two college girls from Ohio, minding a large ridgeback puppy for over a week, and are currently "socializing" two feral kittens in hope that they will no longer think people are evil, and one day get adopted.

So from a quiet one bedroom apartment to a cottage chalk full of critters, it's been a heck of an adjustment. The kittens key playtime is 3 am, the dog's key potty time is 5 am, and the girls have to catch a flight at 7 so that's a 6 am wake-up call. So between all this I need to make my way to bed, just have to be careful I don't step on any tails along the way.

Culinary Education Continued

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World's Largest Race

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Dog-Tired

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Ready?

Oddly,  Bob and I have easily and quickly found a new place - and it's not an apartment! It's a beautiful stone cottage, built in 1836 and recently renovated. We will no longer share walls with noisy neighbors, we will no longer open our blinds to take in the breathtaking panoramic views of a concrete wall. It will - be glorious! 

And as most things occur at once, my boss has headed off for a well deserved 3 week vacation so I am working overtime with the dogs, while trying to pack up our place. Thankfully we don't have much stuff here in Australia with us, and since I come home after walking 22 dogs with the physical energy of a narcoleptic sloth, that's a good thing.

So that's the scoop from here. Oh, and why the picture of a mortified dog? Well my boss had a Christmas in July party and I was pleased that she, a 100% dog person, can still stuff an unwilling dog into a santa costume with great amusement.

What came first? The monotreme or the egg?

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