My morning started at 6:45 a.m. with Tanner, my foster greyhound who is recuperating from a broken leg, stealing my slippers. That means it’s time to feed the beasts. I staggered into the kitchen to mix various foods and medications for 3 dogs, according to their needs and conditions. After eating I let them out, again monitoring who goes when, due to Tanner’s leg injury. Can’t let him and alpha Alex out at the same time because they will play too rough. While Mike takes the dogs for a morning walk, I vacuum all floors (due to the dogs),...














