Me again, Bree!
I'm getting used to the routine here. I get to hang out in my crate most mornings while my foster parents go off to do something they call "work." This last weekend was different. They called it a holiday and boy was it fun!
We got to ride in the van -- Have I told you about the van? It takes us to all sorts of fun places. This time we went to a park with lots of water. I thought it was so pretty the way it moved and reflected the light.
But the best thing was how nice and cool it was. I just walked right in and got to splash and explore a bit. Maybe Foster Dad will let me go in deeper sometime!
My friend came over to play. His mom trimmed my nails that were getting a bit long. It's always sad when he leaves.
With all that excitement I was really tired and zonked right out. My foster parents think I'm funny when I sleep.
I think my foster sister is warming up to me. Sometimes she tells me to go away when I lay too close to her, but I don't think she means it. She even let me lay next to her for a little bit last night.
When I sleep I sometimes dream about my forever home. I wonder if it will be near a park with water to play in?