It's not about weathering the storm

It is hard to imagine this life without struggle.

Fostering 4-legged cuties

I'm in shock that I didn't include this in my blog last time. I convinced Brendan to let me foster a dog and her puppies. She is a jack russell chihuahua cross. She really looks like a slim jack russell with refined features and she has a wire-haired coat. She is quite cute.
Her babies are are blond with light brown patches (female)  and the male is black with brown tips. I think that the puppies are doing very well. When we first brought them home, they were not very active and didn't "seem" okay. After the weekend, the puppies began to gain alot of weight and some energy. Their eyes opened sometime during the week. I have a pretty good idea that the black puppy's ears will stand straight up like their mommas. The blond's ears are still laying down.

I can not wait to see how they look by the end of the week. The next foster family is going to have a blast with these three!

Why Cindy isn't a professional poet.

Fruit Flies are alight
I see them, then there's flight
My eyes bug out
My tongue whips out
Fruit Flies are my diet!

LOL - Any questions?

Yes, I was inspired to write this little poem by the actions of my eldest dart frog.
It's finally done absorbing its tail and is quite motivated to catch the little flightless fruit flies.
It's only been a week since it moved to its tank! I believe it's progressing quite well.
I'm adding a picture so that you can see what it looks like. When I figure out its sex I will give it a name.
Until then, it's called "it, little blue frog".