My first Memorial Day retired. Foster mom didn't have to work for three days so that meant more time taking walks and lounging around. Foster mom said I'm just getting better and better on walks. I'm also learning the word, "Wait." Foster mom says it when she puts my food down and when she opens the backdoor. I'm learning that it means I should just stay where I am until she gives me the ok to move. Here's pictures of me lounging all weekend.
I really liked laying down in the grass.
Even though foster mom thought this was funny, it was pretty comfortable.
I do a good dead bug impression.
The resident greyhound shared her bed with me.
Sometimes I just hung out in my crate and slept.
I found another comfortable place in the grass.