Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.

I FINALLY got internet, thanks to my new neighbors, so posting will no longer be painful.  Huzzah!

Remember when I said I was excited to have my new bike?  Well, did I ever mention I haven't truly ridden a bike for any sort of real distance in probably 15 years?  Yesterday, during a record breaking hot day, which was also incredibly windy, Tyler got me to ride for about 15 miles.  My butt hurts incredibly bad from the seat and I have a ridiculous sunburn on the tops of my shoulders and my nose.  I can wear a t-shirt, but makeup only goes so far in covering up things you want hidden on your face.  I feel a little ridiculous, but at least it's just temporary.  I still like my bike.  I just won't be riding it for a couple of days.

I brought Panda to the most fun adoption event yet on Sunday.  There was so many adorable puppies.  There were even two I secretly considered adopting myself.  One was a female who looked and acted like Winston but she was about 5 times bigger, which, is still pretty small.  Her breed was something of  a mystery to them, but I am pretty sure she was a Brussels Griffon or Affenpinscher mixed with a Chinese Crested.  The other was a black female Brussels Griffon, and she was just very docile, gentle, and sweet.  I guess I also toyed with the idea of this grey miniature poodle with no teeth.  She was very sweet and incredibly soft, and so cute and tiny, but to be honest, it was mostly because she looked really bizarre without any teeth and I loved her for it.  I'm a glutton for strange dogs, I guess.

Fostering has been going well, by the way.  We're still working on some potty training issues, but Panda has gotten MUCH better.  She almost always pees outside, but her pooping inside has unfortunately not changed a whole lot yet.  She's become much more social, but she can still be very shy and still spooks pretty easily, but I give her another month and I think she'll be doing much better.  She got a lot of compliments from the other fosters (a few of them have even fostered her for short periods of time), they all said she looked great physically, because she used to be a bit overweight, and that she seemed so much more friendly and social.  She's always been a sweet dog, but she mostly just tended to herself when I first started fostering her.  Now, she is starting to enjoy the company of people and trust them a bit more.  I'd say she's probably at the halfway point, but moving really quickly towards healthy responses towards people.  I'm really proud of her, I can't imagine what her life was like in the puppy mill.  It really makes me feel good that she is making such strides and that people are noticing.

Anyhow, time for food and bed.