Little Bud - 10/13/19 - FM's Secret Weapon

Hi folks.  I have been having a greyt week here in my foster home.   I thought I would check in and let you know how retirement is going.   I am settling into a routine of eating, sleeping, long walks, checking the backyard for squirrels, chasing my foster brothers, more sleeping, more eating, getting pets, hugs, and belly rubs.  Foster mom (FM) said I should let everyone know that I am a good boy. I have not had any accidents in the house, unless you count knocking over a food bowl from the raised feeder an accident.  FM has a secret weapon and it sure works for me. It is this spectacular substance called CHEESE.  I will do ANYTHING for cheese and so will my foster brothers.  Today we practiced jumping in and out of the car. As soon as FM pulled out the cheese and threw a few shreds in the back of that car  I jumped right in that back hatch and then I jumped out for cheese.  We played that game a bunch of times and she promises we will do more car games tomorrow.   Stairs, no problem with or without the cheese but with cheese is always better.  FM says I am about ready for a furever home and to be someone's furever pup.  I am going to have to let my new peeps know about FM's secret weapon.   ~Bud.

Bud:  Be still my heart

Bud: Did someone say dinner?

Bud: Is that a squirrel ?- FM: "leave it Bud"

Just being handsome

Bud:  can't you stop working and pet me?

Bud: I'm not going anywhere.

Bud: still here.  FM: okay Bud you win 

Bud (Little Bud): 10/13 - Hi Y'all

Hi everyone,  my official racing name is Little Bud but that is sort of silly because I am not little at all.  I am a big guy though my foster brother Reese still has about a half an inch on me. Everyone calls me Bud, or Buddy.  Retirement is new to me. I ran my last race in Florida on 9/29 just two weeks ago.  It's been a whirlwind since then with travel to the great state of Maryland. I've had spa treatments, vet visits, and met all sorts of new people.  I've finally settled into my new foster home with two foster brother greyhounds that are showing me the ropes. Things like how to do stairs, where the back door is for outs, how it is not a good idea to run full speed on hardwood floors cause you may not be able to stop.  All good things to know, I tell ya. Foster mom, dad and their teen boy are the best.   I love to put my head in their laps for rubs.  I try to climb in their laps to snuggle, but there is some silly rule about no fosters on the furniture. Since I can't get in their laps, I give them all lots of kisses instead.  I am in heaven 😍 when they rub my belly.  Foster mom says I am the most affectionate greyhound she has ever met and a happy, happy, boy.  What's not to be happy about so far retirement is greyt.

Foster mom says I am a sweet guy and so handsome. 

Well looking a little silly here, but hint hint,
sure would love a belly rub, someone, anyone? 

Ahh, retirement is the best!

Foster mom, please can't I chase the squirrel?