Lily, my foster-Lurcher, is off to her forever home on Sunday.
I know she is going to be very happy with her new family, she's met them and made herself right at home when we went for the home visit and she got on really well with their lovely old lurcher boy, Mungo.
The first foster is always the hardest to let go, so I'm told. I have to remember that it's right for her. She relaxed more with them in an hour than she's ever done here. She's never been entirely comfortable around The Lurchers.
I shall miss her terribly.
Birds get away with everything. - I wonder if birds ever hear songs on the radio and then chirp those songs and then the other birds are like, “OMG, FRANK. THAT SONG IS AMAZING. I CAN’T B...