Abby is two years old!

Well, our Halloween doodle had her second birthday yesterday. I thought she would look really cute in a witch's hat, but we had neither the time nor the occasion.

As some of you may know, we've been training the dogs to have jobs around the house. Abby is the drawer and cabinet closer, and hopefully by the time we come home for Thanksgiving she'll have generalized beyond our types of drawers so she can be everyone's kitchen helper. She'll take her compensation in turkey, thankyouverymuch.

Another foster come and gone

Well, Caroline went a couple of weeks ago to a family in Carmel (near Indianapolis) to be "fostered" but I hear they fell in love with her, and she's likely to stay. It was so hard to see her go, since we'd helped her through such a dramatic transformation, but we had our hands and house full with another foster, whose name is now Rudy. Rudy had a really, really hard life, and he's been on death row more than once, in various circumstances.

When he came to us a month ago, we knew that he was not good with other dogs, but we also knew that he did not deserve to die for it. So we brought him in, divided the house in half, and started looking for a better equipped foster home. Out of nowhere came Georgia, a wonderful woman actually in Bloomington who was an ideal fit. She applied for a doodle thinking she wanted a blonde Goldendoodle, but when she met Rudy (a charcoal Labradoodle), it was love at first sight, and they're a great match. Last I heard, without the stress of having other dogs around, he's quickly coming out of his shell, showing off the happy waggy guy we got to see from time to time. He's totally terrified by cameras, but he's usually much happier than he appears here.







So, Rudy was placed last week and we've heard nothing but good things from his new mom.