We were in bed with the lights out and TV off but I was feeling restless, so when Sheri got a page it was a good excuse for me to go downstairs with her and do this. I'll start with the mundane and end with the Mitch.

This is a handheld picture I took from our bedroom window last night around 11 PM right as the snow started to fall. I had the ISO cranked up to 3,200. I think it has a neat weird look to it.



This is our backyard this morning taken using the "correct" exposure. Notice the snow looks grey.



This is the same shot opened up about 1.5 stops. Nice white snow.



The pine tree on the left isn’t doing too well.

OK, now to the good stuff. The foster family showed up with Mitch tonight. He settled into our place almost immediately. I think he was actually laying on his big pillow within the first 15 minutes he was here without anyone directing him to it.

He still doesn't get sliding glass doors and bonked his head hard twice. Once going out and once even harder coming in from the cold. I was outside with him and after he bonked his head while trying to run into the house. I slid the door open and then he wouldn't go in. He thought he was going to get another head bonking, so I had to walk in first to show him it was OK. On the steps he is still VERY cautious, very unsteady and not very graceful. I think it will take him a few more days before he gets really comfortable with those.





The fosters said he never tried to get on the couch and only got on the bed a couple times. When we went upstairs he jumped on the bed on his own while we were in the bathroom brushing our teeth.

They said if he gets loose and we can't find him in 15 to 20 minutes to give the rescue a call and they will mobilize all of the greyhound owners in the area and go looking for him until they find him. They said there dog got loose for a whole weekend but dozens of people were looking for him from sun up to sun down. How cool is that?

Every year they have a reunion for all the dogs they have adopted out. It is at the local minor league ball park and last year over 500 dogs were there! I think that sounds like a lot of fun. We will probably also go to the local pet store on the second Saturday of each month with Mitch. The rescue sets up a table with literature about adopting a greyhound and they like to have hounds there for people to pet and see what they are like. She said A LOT of people think greyhounds are mean because they see them wearing muzzles when they race. Who would have thought?

They brought a big pile of printouts showing all of his race results and his ancestors several generations back. There are a lot of columns on the race results and it will take me a bit to figure out what it all means.

His color is officially red brindle.

His official name is Knight Errant.

I am not 100% sure but it looks like he ran 56 races in his career and came in first for 7 of them. He weighs 76 pounds.

He has one toe on his left rear leg that is white.

He responds almost instantaneously to his squeaky toy. I don't think Goliath responded that intensely when we crinkled a potato chip bag. His squeaky toy is what finally got him to climb the steps and it is what got him back out of bed when Sheri got paged and we all were going downstairs. He is sound asleep again on his downstairs pillow.