We (mostly I) have been stalking the greyhound adoption sites for possibilities and wondering about the right time. I have also been fantasising perhaps a little too much about what the next hound will be like and telling myself I need to stop doing that and actually meet a real dog (oh, that sounds weird.) GAP is having an adoption day nearby in mid-February so I jumped to sign up for that and decided to get the ball rolling with an application to the adoption group Mr Nosey's foster carer, Tina, started as well. This was last night so I thought, given today was Australia Day, then we have the weekend, I might get a call early next week about the applications. Maybe we'll have a new greyhound sometime in February? It can take longer with cat-friendlies, though.

TODAY, Tina calls me and says they're picking up a cat-friendly boy from his trainer on Saturday to go into foster care but would we like to take him directly instead?

We don't even have a dog bed anymore!

Fair enough, he's going to the foster carer and we're going to meet him next weekend and, uh, he might be home very soon?

We'll go shopping for a dog bed tomorrow.