Dudley, our foster dog, is moving on tomorrow. He’s going to what we expect will be his forever home in New Jersey. Some great folks have stepped up to drive parts of his journey and if all goes well, he will be in his new home before dinner.

He has been with us just a few weeks but Mr C and I are going to miss him as if he’d been here for years. The kids find him slightly annoying, probably because they are used to geriatric Clumbers, not wild four year old Clumbers who want to play, play, and play some more.

I’m going to miss our power walks and some of his velcro-like tendencies, though going to the bathroom by myself and taking a shower without a spectator will be nice.

We failed fostering once with Bubba, who stayed 3 years, and could have easily failed again with Dudley. I’m hopeful our next dog is out there. I’m ready for a puppy. We haven’t had one of those since Piper joined us in 2001.

I hope it’s true that when one door closes another one opens, especially if a Clumber puppy comes through that open door.