The Prodical Foster
Hooch's mum and dad are off to the US of A to see their grandson who's at Uni there. Then all the plans for Hooch's domestics hit a snag and went a bit shonky. They tried kennels but his kennel cough was outa date and he couldn't have a jab 'coz he on antibiotics for problem with his guts. Last ditch attempt they rang dad to see if he had any bright ideas - how desperate is that?
Anyway, to be fair to the old codger he said "No drama - Hooch can come here". Hooch's mum reckons that's a stonker, so this afternoon they all pitch up at home as we're getting back from a wander.
Mack and Rosie were the only ones that didn't know Hooch from when he was here last time, everyone else just said "Hi", Mack and Hooch went for a run in the garden, and Rosie? She wasn't too sure about someone new for a couple o' minutes, but seein' as everyone else was OK with Hooch an' he just wandered in like he knew the place - which of course he does - she resigned herself to yet another greyhound being around.
So it's like old times again and like he never went away. And he seems happy being back here too - hasn't winged for his mum and dad; that's greyhound loyalty for you.
'til next time then.




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