We were all so sick of slipping and sliding and dodging snowflakes that nobody could help me post last night. I think they lied - when I woke up after my surgery, they'd moved me to Alaska. This can't possibly be New Jersey.
Yesterday I passed a milestone - seven whole days without an accident in the house. I'm not sure why the foster parents are so excited about that, but they are, so I guess I'm happy too.
Seven is a good number for another reason - as of yesterday afternoon, it's only SEVEN more days until I go to my new home. Every night when I go to bed, I check off another day.....it's getting closer and closer. I can hardly stand the excitement. I've already met my new parents and been to their house - I'm going to have the greatest life. I hope they have a good stock of plastic water bottles there - I love them when they're stuffed into my two "bottle buddy" toys.
I sure hope they have bunnies there. It's getting harder and harder to find bunny poop with all this snow but I'm very resourceful, and don't let the 3 leg thing fool you - I can DIG if there something under the snow that I really want.
Hey Bocce - maybe we can get jobs digging for truffles when we're a little bit older. What do you think? I bet it would be fun, and we've already got lots of experience at sniffing out buried treasure in the garden. Yesterday, I ripped out a plant in my frenzy to uncover a delicacy.
More later everybody - have to take a nap now so I'm ready to race around next time I get to go out.
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