You can't be smart AND beautiful.

Well, you can, but that wouldn't be fair.

Vista remembered the adoptathon and took evasive action. Every morning before going for a walk, we put the big dogs in the truck and then go back for the babies. Iggy, Ginny and Jpeg were no problem on Sunday. Vista, however -- usually a big fan of walks -- ran and hid behind the big chair in the corner. I had to pull her out by her fat little bottom. And she cried ALL THE WAY TO THE PARK! I kid you not.

She was fine today, though. So she's just like me. Smart, but a short memory.

I'm reaching that dangerous turning point in fostering. You know, the one where you start to not care if they ever get adopted. A little further down this curve in the road is the spot where you hope they misbehave when a potential forever family comes to visit ...