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.”