Stop! Thief!

Oh no!  Somebody stole my Foster Mom's corn! There they go now!

ZZZOOOOOOOMMM!

Uh-oh!  That looks an awful lot like me!  I have been caught!

Hmmm, what's under all this green stuff?

This is how you peel the corn when you don't have any thumbs.  You give it a good, hard, SHAKE!

I am so smart.  Look at all that fresh, garden goodness.

Hobo- King of Corny

PBJ Day!

Hello Friends,

Today was PBJ day!!!!   That stands for peanut butter jar!  Woot!  It was a fantastic time.  The foster Mom had finally saved up enough empty, frozen, PB jars for us all.  That is four jars!  Holy moly!  Here is a pictorial of me enjoying the creamy, frozen, deliciousness...

First to the right...

Now you sick your long nose down in there...

Now stand on your head... Nom, nom, nom.  This is great stuff!

I just need to get this last little bit down here on the bottom.

Everything is always better when shared with a friend. 

Disclaimer-  My foster Mom asked me, to remind you, to never leave your houndie unattended while eating the creamy, deliciousness of the PB jar.  Our long head could get stuck and we could suffocate!  That would make for a very unhappy PB day!  Safety first!  

Hobo (who must now go unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth)

Happy Birthday To Me!

Guess what!  I had a birthday!  I am now TWO years old!   My foster Mom had a party for me.  It was a great time.  Here are the pictures she took for me to share with you...

This is me getting my special peanut butter and sprinkle covered Milk Bone.  Nom, nom, nom.

Then it was cupcakes for everyone!

My very own cupcake!

You have a little icing on your finger.  Let me help you with that.

Birthdays are DEEEE-Licious!

See you later,

Hobo- the Birthday Boy

A Lesson in History

Hello Friends,

Yesterday, I took a trip to learn a little about history.  I went to the Old Dover Days Festival.  This is me in front of the big quill pen statue.

I also got to meet this famous guy, Caesar Rodney.  Ok, maybe that is not really him, but he was really nice.  He pet me and told me what a good boy I was.  

Then we walked up the block to the famous Golden Fleece Tavern.  Here's the history lesson folks, pay attention, there will be a quiz...This was the site of the Golden Fleece Tavern, scene of some of the most important and dramatic events in Delaware history. Built in the 1730s, the Golden Fleece was a center for community and government activities. It was a place of great importance during the American Revolution and the early years of our Nation’s Independence. Also known as Battell’s Tavern, it hosted the meetings of the Committee of Inspection and Observation, and was a vital point for the exchange of wartime communications. With the transfer of state government from New Castle to Dover in 1777, the Golden Fleece became the meeting place of the Assembly’s Upper House, the Legislative Council. It was the home of that body until a State House was completed in 1791. In September 1787, a new framework for our Nation’s government was sent to the states for consideration. Thirty delegates were elected to meet and review the document. The meeting was convened here on December 3. Approval was unanimous, and on December 7, 1787, Delaware became the first state to ratify the Federal Constitution. A fitting climax to its role as Delaware’s “Capitol Tavern” occurred in January 1790, when the Council met to approve the Bill of Rights.

Famous things happened right here, under these very paws!!!  

After a bit of history, we hit the vendors!  WooHoo!  Weiner Mobile!

And cookies!  Every great day ends with cookies.

Hello again!  Long time, no bark.  Today we took a nice relaxing walk on the trails at the local state park.  

Wait!  Monica B, what are you doing??? She jumped right off of the amazingly high bridge into the deep water below.

This is my stunned face!  Wow, she is so brave.  There was no way I was plunging into that raging river.

My foster Mom says Monica B used to be just like me, afraid of everything.  She wouldn't even let the foster Dad pet her for a whole six months.  My foster Mom says not to worry, some day soon I will be a brave, tough, dog just like Monica.  

Ack! Look at this hideous beast that crossed the path right in front of us.  The good news...I didn't scream like a girl and neither did my foster Mom.  She said that is the foster Dad's job.  He hates snakes.

I am not a very fast walker.  I am always bringing up the rear.  Get it, "the rear" and the picture.  Ha Ha!

By the end of our walk it was really getting warm outside and I was getting really hot and tired.  You are not going to believe what I did next...

I dived into the raging water below to cool off. I was sure I was going to perish from the deadly fall, but I MADE IT.  And my tootsies sure felt nice too!  

Well that was my excitement for the weekend.  I need to run off now and take a rest. I will lay right here next to my brave buddy Monica B.

Hey Monica, do you think you can rub some of your brave on me?

Hobo- bridge jumper extraodinaire

Hi friends,

I have had a big week and I have gained some more confidence.  I came out of my crate and I now like to spend my evenings with the rest of the family in the living room.  I even let the big, scary, giant, (aka- foster Dad) pet me on occasion.  

This is one of my favorite spots.  I decorated it myself.

This is my other favorite spot.  Yup, I decorated it too!  I love stuffies.

I also took a walk at the park.  This is my fearless leader Zoey.  She stopped and showed me how to leave the pee mail on every blade of grass.  That was a great time!

Thanks for stopping in and checking up on me.  My foster Mom says I am getting braver every day!

Hobo- the Teensy-Weensy Bit Brave

Hi, this is me.  My name is Hobo and I just arrived from Birmingham a few days ago.  If you saw my picture on the website, you may already know that I am shy.  All of these new things are really scary to me.  I have been spending most of my time in the crate.  I feel safe and secure in there.  I have ventured out a few times, but I need the comfort of my own space right now.  I have asked that my foster family not look directly at me and give me some time to settle in.  They have been great.  They leave me to myself and mostly just speak to me as they pass by in the hallway.  I really appreciate that.

I have already made a little progress! My foster Mom used to have to come and get me out in the yard.  She would crouch down real low and talk to me quietly and I would slink over to her, usually behind her back.  It got cold outside, so I felt a little bad for her. Just picture her squatting down in that fluffy pink bathrobe. I am sure the neighbors thought she had lost her mind.  Now I come up to the door when I am ready to come inside.  My foster Mom is really happy about that.

This is my favorite thing to do.  I love to run with the other dogs in the yard!  I always forget how scary the world is when I am gliding through the air.

Check back soon for updates on my progress.  

Hobo the not-so-brave

Hi. I'm Hobo.