A Kibble For Your Thoughts...

My foster mom and I had a conversation today, something like this:

Miss Ilsa: A few kibbles for your thoughts.

Amy : For humans they'd bring only a penny, and, huh, I guess that's about all they're worth. Ilsa: Well, I'm willing to be overcharged. Tell me.

Amy: Well, I was wondering...

Ilsa : As was I

Amy: Oh?

Ilsa: When will I be lucky to find my furever family?

Amy: Oh, I bet it will be soon Miss Ilsa.

I have been having a lot of fun in foster care. On Easter I saw a orange egg that said Ilsa. I never had an Easter Egg before!!!

I'm doing very well with the 3 young dogs here, but I have way to much energy for an older dog. So a house with one other dog, maybe two would be a good fit. I I've started to come around a little with my foster dad. Also I'm a very good watch dog. I'm getting better about going outside, sometimes I still need some encouragement. No accidents! But I like being by my foster mom and sometimes would rather stay by her then go out, but usually once I see Socrates or Fala out there, then I'll go.

Oh, I hear my song! Time for me to go... Da..dee..da..dee..da..dum, da..dee..da..dee..da..dum... You must remember this / A kiss is still a kiss / A sigh is just a sigh / The fundamental things apply / As time goes by. / And when two lovers woo, / They still say, "I love you" / On that you can rely / No matter what the future brings...Love, Miss Ilsa