The First Post

I felt like writing. I have a foster dog. I think about him often. His name is Othello. I call him Othello Moose, as he can be a bit larger and weighty than his medium-sized frame would suppose. I've had Othello since December of 2011 and he doesn't make the best first impressions when he goes on home visits.

You will hear more.

Tonight I wanted to start the web log. My one blog lasted almost a thousand posts, so I do not know how long this one will go. Hopefully until Othello Moose finds a forever home, or until  one of us give up the ghost. He has become a great dog, but he loves to run in the mountains and woods, and I am a city dweller in Bellingham, Washington, a mid-sized city of about 70,000 residents up near Vancouver, British Columbia.

More soon, but right now it is time to sleep. Mistake number one I that make as a foster home is letting him sleep on the bed. I spoil him to no end. And the picture above is up on Heliotrope Ridge a few weeks ago. During the week, we both dream of getting back to the mountains.