My New Toy

Until I find my family, I live in a house full of toys and soft places to sleep. Me and the other sheltie that lives here (Jazzy), live in a big place called a family room, and we have a yard we run in. There are gates up to keep us safe, so we don't run out the door, or get into things we aren't suppose to.

Last night when my foster mom was walking around the family room, taking things out, arranging our toys, making our blankets and pillows comfortable, and giving us our bedtime chewies, she appeared to be looking for something. I wasn't sure what it was, but she didn't find it. So she turned off the lights and left. Later that evening I happened to be sniffing in a corner and I found something new. I'm sure it was the thing my foster mom was looking for, and it was a new plastic toy for me! Yaaaaay!!! One thing I really like about my foster family is they are always giving me toys to chew. This one was chewy like my Kong. But it fit well in my mouth. It smelled great and tasted wonderful too!!!

Sadly, in the morning my foster mom took my toy away. I don't know why she did this, but I think it's because I'm not very good at sharing. She's always telling me things like, "Let Jazzy have that," or "Don't take that from Jazzy." I don't know why I have to share. Jazzy doesn't even like toys and I LOVE them. Here's a picture of my new toy, it's the one on the left. I don't know if I'll get it back, but at least I always  seem to get more new toys to play with.