|Maya, spotting deer|
It's weird. I can't remember the last time we only had our own dogs at the house. There's still Max, of course, but even I can't really call him a foster with a straight face any more. It's nice in some ways. Feeding time is a breeze with only eight dogs to feed. My time and attention isn't spread quite a thin. There's fewer dogs in the bedroom at night, although the floor is still pretty much wall-to-wall dog bed.
|Maya and Gigi, sharing but each wishing the other would move.|
|Maya on one of our recent hikes.|
|They both seem to want the same spot more often than not.|
|Theo, having a drink as the tank is filling. There are two tanks|
in the dog yard, side by side. I try to dump and fill one of them
each day when it is hot.
|Athena with her new brother. They are close in age.|
He wasn't so sure about her at first, but it wasn't
long before they were chasing each other around
the house. Now he wants to play constantly.
|Athena with three of the four kids in her new home.|