Mr. Panda Pants packed the dismembered remains of his toy collection and moved to another foster home this weekend. He went to a home with one other Sheltie in residence. May God have mercy on the souls of their stuffed animals. I asked for foster relief because I'm planning a trip north, and I really wasn't interested in transporting THREE dogs in Suzie Cube for five hours. When I have dogs with me, I drive straight through, no stopping. It's really the best way. Whenever a foster dog leaves us, Ben is the one who shows the most change. I can tell he likes things better with just Sunny and Fiona around. Sunny is the steady type. Not that easily ruffled by poorly behaved OR happy and playful foster dogs. She's the anchor around here. Anyway, what prompted this entry was what Ben was doing [or more precisely, not doing] this morning... Sleeping off a Panda Pants hangover….