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This post is a little bittersweet. I took  Argos, Hammer, and Sophie to hang out at PetsMart today for the regular Greyhound adopt-a-thon and meet-n-greet. The dogs love it, the people love it, and it is great for socialization purposes. Oh, and someone might be interested in adopting, too. Not today, though. Kind of quiet at PetsMart. I was secretly thinking maybe we should just adopt Hammer. He is such a love. And hey… I can deal with being a “foster failure.”

Then I got home to a message from my rescue group. A family is very interested in adopting Hammer. They live 2.5 hours away. Hmmm. Stop and think. A little panic. Would I ever hear about him again? I called the family. Wow… could be a perfect fit – two dog-loving kids about my two dog-loving kids’ ages, flexible work/home schedules, and they have done their Greyhound research. We are meeting next week to see if Hammer is a good match. My rescue group says that “Greyhounds choose you,” so Hammer will be the center of all of this. For now, here are some photos from today.

Someone is coming to pet us!

My sweeties - Argos and Sophie

Argos has really come out of his shell since we adopted him in December. He loves the attention!

Hammer and another foster boy, Lunar. Also a mellow sweetie!

Greyhounds love to use each other as headrests. How heavy can their tiny heads be?!

The night that Hammer the Foster Dog came into our house, Argos seemed, for lack of a better description, a little put out. I can’t help anthropomorphizing here. Sophie handled the new guy as if nothing was different (oh sweet Sophie!). Argos had this worried look in his eyes – was he being replaced? Poor guy.

There are those who say animals do not have feelings, I disagree. Consider this. Argos has slept on the same dog bed, in the same place in the bedroom, since we first adopted him. He always sleeps the same way on it; curled up, back to the wall. The night Hammer arrived? I had to laugh – there was Argos, on his bed as usual, all curled up but – facing the wall. His back toward us!

We have an odd assortment of bedraggled dog beds here. Sophie has never really cared about being on a bed, she seems to prefer the floor. Knowing that we were headed in the direction of fostering a Greyhound, I ordered another bed. I didn’t have anyone special in mind when I did this, just that it would be good to have another dog bed. On the way home, I decided that is should be deemed Argos’ special bed. I put it in the place of his old one, and he took right to it. He loved it so much that I am now dragging it to the bedroom and around the house for him.

Oh, and he isn’t sleeping with his back to us anymore.

I recently wrote about social media and being the change you want to see on the VetMed Connect blog at K9Cuisine. I have been thinking about this topic a lot. I formerly couldn’t trust myself to go to a shelter or work directly with rescues for fear of adopting everyone. Fostering? No way. Out of the question!

But things have changed for me, thankfully. I wrote more about this fostering experience on VetMed Connect right after posting these photos, but for now, here is a peek at our new guy. His name is Hammer, and he is 2 years old.

First order of business - a nice bath. Ahhhh!

Argos demonstrates his typical work day for Hammer.

Sophie demonstrates her typical work day for Hammer.

Hammer thinks about it.

Hammer wonders what the deal is with all of the photos. Look at those EARS! So cute.

Barnie, feeling a little put out that the new guy isn't very interested in his dog-teasing antics.

Continued:

Hammer Time – Our New Greyhound Foster Dog – in Words

Do you ever have that feeling of having such a huge TO DO list that all you want to do is crawl under the covers and read a good book all day?

Pets feel the same way too, sometimes.

I had an amazing day yesterday – working with 23 Greyhounds just off the track. I will be posting photos and the “rest of the story” this weekend…

Barnie was, for once, minding his own business. He wasn’t pestering the dogs or dashing underfoot. He looked so cute watching the world go by that I grabbed the camera. He was enjoying his time in the limelight. After all, the dogs already had their modeling session.

Had the spotlight all to himself. Until his buddies showed up.

The dogs just HAD to see what was up. And thus Barnie’s modeling session was cut short.