Crazy Moon

Due to the holidays, some travel and other commitments, there may be a slight lull in the foster stories. In order to keep some interest, we have requested some of the more infamous fosters come back and tell their stories (as you may know, the first blog was a former foster, Mischief). Today, we invite back Mr. Moon who may get a couple blogs due to his many antics...

Hi Folks,

I have to tell you that I am not sure I am Mr. Moon, Crazy Moon or No Moon. I have been called all of the above. I have a couple of stories for you of my rough days in the foster system. You see, I failed out of the foster program to begin with. I was in my first foster home and I was a bit of a thief...Well, maybe a clepto, but I really wanted the things I took, so I guess I will let you decide. The last straw was the day I took my first foster mom's glasses. That is when I got sent to doggie bootcamp with Michelle. He He He...They call it boot camp, but I gave one of my looks and pulled my antics and Michelle started laughing at me...She said I was hilarious, whatever that means. I stole her purse, her laptop, and even Rob's gym bag. The funniest part was that I took most of them outside (she caught me stealing the laptop) through the doggie door and emptied them. It was AWESOME!! What a fun game of hide and seek we had! Michelle said I wasn't very good at it because I hid everything in the same spot.

I'm a little embarassed by this next one, but Michelle will tell it if I don't. One day, Michelle came home and her neighbor stopped her before she pulled in the driveway. That neighbor was a snitch! She told Michelle to not be alarmed when she found a very weird item on the front porch, but that she saw me playing with something outside and thought I was going to hurt myself. Betcha you can't guess what I took outside to play with!!! I took the iron. What fun! I don't know why people do such tedious motions with an iron. They should try throwing it in the air and playing catch with it. It comes to the ground with such a marvelous thud. I dream of stealing an iron again...Oops, I let emotion carry me away, but it was so much fun. Anyway, Michelle just hugged me and laughed and told me she was glad that someone was watching out for me or I could have been hurt. Well, I may have carried on a bit too long on this one, so check back next week and I will tell you the story of the "Pantry Party"!! TTFN

Topper goes home

Hi Everyone! Topper here for one last blog. Just wanted to let everyone know that these crazy undignified pictures of me stop now! Can you believe they took a picture of me with a cow! HOW RUDE! It doesn't matter anymore, though. I got a new forever home and I really love my new people. I was so happy, that when my foster mom gave them to me, I didn't even look back at her to say good-bye!! I have a new fawn brother named Larry and he and I have soft, cushy beds and a couch to share. I won't tell this to too many people, but I've heard that Larry likes to get in the bed during the day. This is good for me because if I do it, I can blame it on him and no one will know! Well, guys, it's been fun even though you've seen some crazy pictures of me, but I am going to enjoy my new family who says they will keep me forever even if I do some little "mischievous" things. Topper out!

Wonderful Picnic

My foster family took me to a picnic on Sunday. It was quite a suitable place for a gentleman like me. In fact, I am pretty sure the whole shindig was thrown just for me. I was very pooped when I got back, so I found myself a spot on the couch that dogs are allowed on and fell asleep. Let me tell you about this wonderful shindig!

As soon as I arrived, a wonderful lady and man walked up and asked if I was Topper. I was thrilled to see that my reputation of being the debonair gentleman that I am had preceded me and the people at this shindig understood who I was! Before I could respond, my foster parents responded that indeed, I was Topper. Then, the nicest people in the world who truly understood me, took me from my foster parents and walked me around the park. Then we went and rested on a blanket where they gave me water and petted me. Boy did I like them!! Apparently they liked me, too, because I heard them make plans to meet my foster parents on 4 October and they are going to take me home with them!!! I am the happiest dog in the world!!! I tried to go with them that day, but they said they needed to go on vacation, then they would come back for me. Funny thing, happened, though. After they left, everyone wanted me! My foster parents told everyone they could not have me because I found my forever people. Have I mentioned how happy I am? Well, I am going to go back to sleep for a while. I'll let you know when I go to my forever home!

Build a better mouse trap…

I am here to attest to the fact that someone built a better mouse trap and boy am I happy about that. Yesterday, my foster mom put some new mouse traps out in the backyard. She was setting them in the little box where those little critters are hiding. She left one on the deck that was set. Have I mentioned how much I love peanut butter? Well, I don’t think it is fair that we are feeding those little critters peanut butter, so I decided I would take it out of the mouse trap and we could put something that I don’t really like in the trap for the mice. Well, I started to stick my nose in the trap and SNAP!!! Yeah, I know what you are thinking…”Poor Topper!” No worries, though, someone built a better mouse trap!!!! I liked it so much that after it snapped, I picked it up and ran away with it. I really wanted that peanut butter. After she caught me, my foster mom told me that I am lucky she thought about Bettis and I when she got the traps or my nose might have been snapped right off- OUCH!!! She said that if it didn’t have a tunnel around the snappy bar, I would have been toast. Peanut butter does go really well with toast, though, so maybe that would have been okay. Hmmmm, I need to go find peanut butter toast…Have I mentioned I LOVE PEANUT BUTTER!!!

Where to sleep...

My foster family is a bit rude to me. First of all, they put all of my stuffies on top of me because they thought I was cute like this. I took every one of them out of my toy basket to play with...then I got tired. I went to sleep next to them in my bed, NOT with them on top of me. As if this is not bad enough, a greyhound as dignified as I am realizes that he is a guest in this house and thus, should sleep in the guest bed. NOT HERE I DON'T! I was very careful to not let my foster parents know that I was using the bed- well, until last night. My foster mom was cleaning up in the bedroom and I forgot and, well, when she turned around, there I was, standing on the bed. Oops! Anyway, I really thought that a guest bed was for guests and I am a guest, you know. I am very polite and do not get into bed with my foster parents at night. I was just hoping to get my own bedroom with my own bed. It's not like they don't have spares. Anyway, that is right out now, so I have to go back to sleeping on a dog bed. Don't they know who I am? Everything else is going well, but I am really hoping that I can find someone to love me who is not going to post embarrassing pictures of me and banish me to a dog bed. Of course, in my new home, I will not be a guest, so I guess the guest bed won't be an option. Just having a home will be good enough for me!

I can't believe she is doing this to me!

Oh my gosh...Seriously people, what is up with my foster mom? How embarassing, a guy can't even sleep around here without her sneaking up and snapping a picture. What is up with that? I'm going to have to start wearing my boxers when I sleep to keep her from catching me in these poses.

So, how does one recover from this kind of a photo. Well, I will take myself back to my dignified self and tell you how well things have been going for me. As you can see, I USED to be relaxed (now that I know a camera is right around the corner, we will see how that works out). I do sleep on my back a lot. What can I say, it is comfortable. I will do a rocking horse jog around the yard if you throw me my stuffies, but I am retired and don't care to run much. I am diginified, so my walks are happy little strolls through the neighborhood. I am not in a hurry to go anywhere now that I am retired. I absolutely love my people. I hate when they leave me, but if they give me a milk bone before they leave, I don't give them sad eyes. I LOVE TO EAT! I have to say that I don't need caviar, just food. I have a very healthy metabolism and don't gain weight easily. I don't really like to have my toenails dremeled, but there is not much I can do to stop it, so I just sleep through it. In fact, that is pretty much my answer to everything. I just go to sleep. Well, rather than bore you with my dignified ramblings, I am going to go back to sleep. Tally Ho!

A Perfect Gentleman

Good afternoon, everyone. I am Topper (formerly known as Top Gun). As you can tell from my greeting, I am a perfect gentleman. I have recently hit a rough spot in my life when my family moved to California without me. I have been lucky enough to be taken to a foster home and my foster brother, Bettis, is comforting me by letting me know that all foster dogs get a home and things will turn around. My foster mom says that I am the best walker she has ever seen. I don't pull on the leash and I truly do not understand why Bettis must stop and mark every tree we see. How undignified! I love my people and will follow them everywhere. While I have lived as an only dog in the past, I had many human family members to keep me company. I really do not like to be left at home alone. My foster mom says I am really smart . I bark to be let out and let back in. I also learned the doggie door in my foster home in just a day! I really would like to find a new home soon. A gentleman of my distinction should not be kept in a foster home for the rest of my life.