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We fostered our third dog last week, and it was another failure. Sahara was a four-month-old retriever who was right in the throes of her biting stage. Check out Mrs. Groovy’s hands.

Now, aside from the biting, Sahara was a wonderful dog. She was beautiful, healthy, and only had one accident in our house over two days. But the biting was non-stop, and even though we provided her with about 20 different chew toys, we couldn’t distract her from her fondness for human flesh. And Mrs. Groovy suffered the brunt of it. When she received the big gash on her right hand, she blurted out her final “Fuck, fuck, shit!” and made a phone call to Carla, the head of the fostering agency.

No one ever said fostering dogs was going to be easy. And a mouthy puppy was just too much for us. Sahara really needed a young energetic dog to keep her occupied.
The good news is that Carla is a saint and she graciously relieved us of our fostering duties. We dropped Sahara at Carla’s house about an hour after the coup de grâce right-hand gash was administered.
Quick aside: Sahara was finally added to the adoption roster on the fostering agency’s website a few days ago. And within a couple of hours, her photo was taken down. She received dozens of adoption applications. Her new permanent home with a loving family is only days away.
Bison-Build Update
Now to the bison build. Things are moving along but slowly. Winter has been rather harsh by North Carolina standards and welding in a non-insulated garage without a space heater ain’t fun. So I’ve gone several days in a row on numerous occasions this winter with no welding activity.
But despite my unimpressive productivity, the bison head is largely done and much of the metal hide on the right back-half of the beast has been welded to the scaffolding. Check it out.


My guess is that I’ll have the back-half of the beast completed, on both sides, by May. But only time will tell, of course. Hope all is well on your end. Peace.

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