Monday is over . . .

Just four more days 'til the weekend!   (No wonder I'm old  . . . I keep hoping against hope that time will go by more quickly -- and then it DOES!)

One interesting thing today.  John told me this morning that he's fostering a 4-year-old Weimaraner for the next 4 or 5 months.  (He didn't say why and I forgot to ask.)  But when I told him I absolutely love Weimaraners and that I had had about half a dozen of them over the years, he said great - maybe I should take "Maggie."  Hmm.  I really do love Weimaraners, but they are so hard-headed and require so much obedience training that I haven't had one for some time now.  But I'll tell you what, if JOHN actually does keep this girl for the next few months, then I might very well consider it -- especially since she's a female.  Given that all three of ours are males at the moment, a female would fit right in.  But the main thing is that once she's lived with John for that long she will no doubt be an entirely different girl!  John is SO good at training dogs.  It's absolutely amazing.  I think I'd definitely like to run by there in a month or two and see what she's like by then!

But adopting her isn't something I would consider unless she's become EXTREMELY obedient.  I just don't have it in me to fool with an untrained dog that large anymore. 

And then there's Boo.  He had been sleeping upstairs last night.  Then this morning just before dawn, I heard him crying and jumping around up there and carrying on really loudly!  I thought maybe he was desperate to go out for some reason, so I opened the back door and called him, but he just stayed up there and kept on whining.   So I turned on the light over the stairs getting ready to go see what was wrong with him, but the moment the light came on, he came flying down and raced out into the kitchen and drank and drank and drank out of his water bucket.  So apparently he was dying of thirst but he couldn't see well enough to come down the stairs.  Poor guy!  We WILL be leaving a night light on for him from now on.  I'll have to look into what might cause night blindness in a dog -- but maybe it's just that he isn't as "youthful" as he generally acts.  He IS 9 years old - not at all young for as big a guy as he is.  Guess I should take him in for a check-up sometime soon.

Such a sweet boy . . . poor baby.