Saying goodnight to 2011


There it is, 2012 looking right at me. What ever happened to 2011. Seems just like yesterday that Crystal and Minnie danced in the New Year. It was a pretty good year for us. Some heartbreak and lots of happiness to keep guiding us through.


Clancy left us for the Rainbow Bridge the end of the July. He’s been with us for a long time and it was so sad to let him go. Little did I know he would lead a small pack with him.


Roxy left for the Rainbow Bridge in October. She was a heart breaker. She reached her 15th birthday just like the 9 year-old puppy that joined us. We will forever miss that little girl.


Perhaps the one loss that still gets me was my Buddy. He was my constant companion, the best dog that ever lived. We miss him every day.


Barney made a surprise appearance in our lives after having lived in another home. We had fostered him in 2004 and 2005 and when his family moved out of state last February, Barney came back to the gardens. He celebrated his 13th birthday with us in December and he is such a happy camper. Welcome back to the gardens Barney.


The biggest surprise of 2011? Had to be the red head. We sure didn’t see this one coming. He has brought such joy to our lives.

We love each and every one of our greyhounds and I can’t imagine life without them. When they come home they are usually around 4 to 5 years old. They are always quiet and well-mannered… and they are couch potatoes. It’s easy to have a big pack of greyhounds because they are so good.

Bringing home a puppy added a whole new spice to our life, its been fun and more than anything, Timber helped us get through the heart break.


So, as 2012 greats us, we welcome it with our eyes wide open and bright.

We’re sending good wishes for a healthy and happy 2012 to all of our old friends, to our new friends and to those we love.

Here’s to a good one. All of the paws at Greyhound Gardens.

Run with the wind C-dawg

You were a grand and elegant boy. We loved you so much and you taught us so much in return.

You came to me on a week day. During my lunch hour I met Rayetta at Jiffy Lube. You were going to stay with me just long enough to get through your shyness.

At end of the leash was perhaps the most beautiful brindle boy I had ever seen. It took you a couple of days to trust me, but once you did, we both knew you were forever mine.

The first time I saw you really run was our first trip over to Karen’s acre. Poetry in motion. You were so happy and you ran with the wind.

You were never a pup to kennel, you hated it. You were above being kenneled. After the second or third cushion, we re-named you Clancy in the Clouds. Then we went to plan B.

As a novice greyhound owner I thought for sure that leaving you in a bedroom would be safe. Karen’s bathrobe found out differently. How on earth did you shred it and still leave in hanging on the hook? I still laugh hysterically when I think about the morning she walked out into the kitchen with threads hanging over her shoulders instead of a bathrobe. Time for plan C. I was so nervous leaving you free in the house, but it was your kingdom and you did fine.

You were the dog that took your food bowl everywhere. Sometimes it wasn’t so funny when you tried to get it up on the couch still full of kibble, but you made us laugh anyway. You carried your bowls everywhere. I guess that was just a Clancy version of brown bagging it.

I loved your brindle coat. It was so soft and luxurious, thick, with a beautiful pattern. I could bury my face in your side for hours and you would let me.

From the very beginning, your look always had this childlike wonder. So sweet, so innocent with just a spark of mischief. Yes, you were responsible for an e-vet run or two. Remember when you went after Edie? Yup, that was good for many stitches and a drain tube. We quickly became more savvy parents after that.

What about the time you had that fist-sized sarcoma removed. That was three years ago this week. We were scared, but clearly not as scared as you. The vet clinic called and asked me to come sit with you as you recovered from the anesthesia. I think I read the Time magazine from cover to cover to you. Bet you don’t remember that.

Who would have guessed that we would get three years past that surgery?

My fondest memories will always be your love for running.

You ran.

You soaked in the pools.

And you tranced in the trees. That was your MO.

I miss you so much already. I miss scratching your ears, I miss stroking my hand across your fur. I am so sorry you were so scared this morning. If I could have taken that part away, I would have in a minute. Your friends at home miss you too. They were sad when I didn’t bring you home. I suspect there is a pretty big party at the Rainbow Bridge right now. Since you were one of my first hounds, you’ve watched many hounds come and go.

So Clancy, go and race with the wind. Do what you love the most. We love you big guy and we will miss you.

Clancy aka Begger Bounty • November 19, 2000 to July 25, 2011

When you wish upon a star

Clancy is probably one of our most beautiful hounds. We were out on the acre this afternoon just hanging and when I looked up, this is what I saw.

The newest double-digit member

Hey Clancy, today you are a proud, card-carrying member of the Double-Digit Gang.

It seems like just yesterday you were that gangly 18-month old puppy coming to stay as our foster.

You are still just as handsome as ever.

Happy 10th birthday Clancy. Here’s to many more sunny days.

Tails of a shy dog

Nearly seven years ago Joey joined us at Greyhound Gardens. They called him a spook.
He was afraid of everything. Not because he had ever been abused, his trainer truly loved him, but because that was just the way he was wired.
If he were a child, he would be labeled as autistic I’m sure.
Joey made friends with all of the other greyhounds. He was curious about his new humans, but coming closer than ten feet was just to scary.
He adapted to his own routine in his own little world and that is where he lived without variation.
Somedays, it would take us hours just to get him to come inside. But never, ever would he come up to us to get his ears scratched.
And then, two years ago without any warning, he just couldn’t stand it anymore. With the safety of a buddy, he came closer. Soon, the closer was all the way up to us and if we carefully reached over his friend, we could scratch his ears.
Now, seven years later, no matter where we are Joey is there. He even flips our forearms to make sure that he is getting his fair share and more of ear scratches. He has a lot of years to catch up on.

Oh Joey, Joey. You are just one hunk o’ hound dog. So glad to know that you think the same of us.
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Perfect Fall Day

Today was a perfect fall day. Perfect for the hounds to just hang out on the acre.

A perfect day to just watch the clouds float by.

A perfect day to take a nap.

And a perfect day just to catch a few rays.

Lovin’ this fall weather.