These are past tweets from Foster Dog’s venture into Twitterdom — through my account. She’s been asking for her own Twitter account. What do you think?
So how did you talk Foster Mom into the organic dog food? I asked. Have you never gazed into my lovely blue eyes? Foster Dog queried.
In the still of the morning, Foster Dog noted, “Small children are very verbal.” I nod. “Much like Jack Russells,” she adds.
Just informed Foster Dog that we were setting the clocks forward 1 hour. “Fine,” she said. “Wake me up exactly 1 hour late.”
As the rain continued, Foster Dog said, “I believe it’s time to line the animals up 2 by 2 . . . We’ll start with the squirrels.”
Rain stopped. “So the ark thing?” I asked. “Squirrels didn’t cooperate,” Foster Dog said, “but I’ve lined up a couple of Jack Russells.”
How did Foster Dog get his name?
Foster Dog, aka Zoe, spent the first nine years of her life with our son. When his housing arrangements changed and he no longer had a fenced yard, Zoe moved in — temporarily. Thus, “Foster Dog.” Of course, our home is hers permanently. Just don’t tell her.