So last night I got to go to Oklahoma City (about 40 minutes from my home) at 2 a.m. to pick up two new foster greyhounds. The owner of the dogs was going through OKC on his way to pick up dogs of his own in Kansas. I pick up the two new fosters and get home about 3:30 a.m. I take the two new fosters into the house and of course my herd of five are all over them, sniffing and sniffing, etc. I was able to shoehorn both fosters into their respective crates with little problem. I lay down on the couch to catch a little shut eye. The new female whined a little but settled down after about 10 minutes. Then, all of a sudden, I hear this deep bark coming from her crate. I look over and there is Sweetheart, standing in front of the female foster's crate, posturing, with her tail and ears up all perky at attention. Lovely little Sweetheart is taunting this new female, causing her to bark. I get my trusty spray water bottle and spray Sweetheart for all I am worth. Needless to say, Sweetheart treated this as a personal assault and looked at me like I sprayed her with acid. She did however leave the new girl alone and laid down and I was able to get some sleep. :) Sometimes Mom has to put my foot down, even with Sweetheart. :)
Tomorrow is Friday and I am glad of that. Hope everyone has had a good week.