Was it fate that I ended up with an Italian Greyhound? Maybe not, but I thought it was interesting that I happened to take this photo of an Italian Greyhound statue on my trip to Eureka Springs back in July.
And now I have a real one:
Today is a test of our new relationship because it's raining outside and Katharine had warned me that IGs don't like to be wet or cold. That means they don't want to take care of any biological business outside in bad weather, even when they really need to.
We've been outside twice this morning and Toby wants nothing more than to go back inside. We're going to have to figure something out or it'll be a long fall and winter.
Otherwise, things are going swimmingly. Toby has found a toy he likes among the BlogPaws swag haul. It's a stuffed animal that squeaks when he bites it, and the cats are fascinated when he plays with it. Apparently the simulated sound of terrified prey is a big hit across all carnivorous species.
Now that it's gotten chilly outside (and in the house), Toby has moved from sleeping next to me on the bed to sleeping under the covers with me. Fortunately, he does not have any kind of doggy smell. Unfortunately, he tends to drool a bit when he sleeps, but then again so do I. It'll be a good incentive to change the sheets regularly.
Right now Toby is curled up in a little ball under my desk while I'm typing. What a cutie.
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