My life lately has gone to the dogs, it seems. No more mornings spent writing in Starbucks, consuming cappuccinos and tempted by yummy baked goods. I stay home to spend serious couch time with re hounds, watching over the new foster dog, Gertie. She is from a Quebec puppy mill but surprisingly well socialized. She has never been on a leash, however, and our first trip to the vet was tiring. She weighs in at 20 pounds and I carried her in, rather then fight about eating her when she refused to move. Another visit is coming up on Friday so I shall attempt to get her used to a leash before then! She is a sweet girl.