Pillars of Strength

Pillars of Strength

There is a blog that I follow called Romping and Rolling in the Rockies. It is a beautiful blog about a pair of labs and their human and their life in the Rocky Mountains. The photography is beautiful and their stories are wonderful.

Not to long ago, K the chocolate lab was diagnosed with osteosarcoma. I know all to well the heartbreak that KB is experiencing every day. But her strength is amazing as she and K enjoy every day to the fullest.

We have lost far too many dogs to this evil disease and the hounds of Greyhound Gardens send white light and strength to K and KB.

Bentley

Bentley left us first. Osteosarcoma in the right hind leg just above the hock. He had bounced from his first home and it was thanks to he and Murphy that I met Karen. This boy was a true testament to spirit and dignity.

Phoebe

Phoebe was 11 years old when we brought her home. She was found roaming the county roads. A spirited old lady to the end, she had chondrosarcoma,

a tumor on her ribs.

Gracie

Gracie broke our hearts. We adopted her at 10 years old and I can’t even begin to describe what a wonderful hound she was. Our friend described her as a classy dog. We only had her for 14 months before osteosarcoma of the right shoulder swept her away from us.

Barbie

Barbie was turned into the Humane Society to be euthanized at 10 years old. They knew we did greyhound adoption and called to see if we would take her because they felt she was much to sweet. A tumor just above the right eye took her much to soon.

Cleo

Cleo was a hoot and a half. She was 10 years old when she bounced from her home and came to the gardens belonging here from day 1. One day she just quit eating, so completely abnormal because everyday thirty minutes before meal time she would announce it was time. There was never any peace in the house until I fed them.

We gave it the 24 hour rule and took her into the vets. An ultrasound revealed a belly full of tumors. We had just a few days after diagnosis.

Fonzi

Fonzi was my very first greyhound. I adopted him when he was two years old and he is responsible for changing my life forever. At 10 years old he developed a tumor on his spine. A few days after diagnosis I had to say good-bye.

Duncan

Duncan was six when he was bounced and came to the gardens for being aggressive. OK, he did have a grumpy side but he was also a very sweet and oh so beautiful. We lost him at 11 years old to osteosarcoma of the shoulder.

Sadly, these are only about 1/2 of our bridge babies. Most of the rest of them all made it to be glorious seniors.

An end to cancer would be a gift to all of us.

Painting the town red

Inaugeral Red Hat Society - 2005

In 2005 I decided that the ladies of the gardens needed to form their own Red Hat Society. The ladies over 10 wore red and the girls under 10 wore pink. All of the girls got their hats in Photoshop

Phoebe will forever be the Grande Dame.

Red hot Houndies - 2007

By 2007, the ladies became much more organized and internet savvy. They discovered Bow Wow Bonnets and each lady ordered at hat made especially for her.

They officially named their charter the Red Hot Houndies.

Fast forward to 2011. We live with party animals, what can I say. The girls ordered a few new bonnets and are ready to show them off.

Roxy, currently the queen
Blender
Jori
Talley
Jillian, the party girl
Slinky
Flo, the fun police
Minnie
Crystal
Cinderella

Isn’t it time your girls joined a Red Hat Society?

Party time at the Pet Blog Hop!

It’s time for the Saturday Pet Blog Hop!

Please join us, it’s simple.

The Pet Blog Hop hosted by Life with Dogs, Two Little Cavaliers and Confessions of the Plume. Many, many thanks to the hosts, the Pet Blog Hop rocks.

Please join us, the rules are simple:

  1. Follow your three hosts
  2. Check out some of the our fellow bloggers, leave them a comment and tell them you are visiting from the Pet Blog hop
  3. Add your blog to the Linky
  4. Copy and paste the html code into your html editor

 

November

Bentley • April 7, 1997 – April 6, 2004

November is National Canine Cancer Awareness month.

As I thought back, I realized that the evil beast has taken way to many of our babies.

Phoebe • October 1, 1991 – November 27, 2005

Gracie • September 15, 1994 – March 25, 2006

Cleo • December 22, 1995 – March 28, 2008

Fonzi • October 4, 1999 – February 10, 2009

Barbie • April 16, 1996 – October 13, 2007

Duncan • April 22, 1999 – May 14, 2010

And so, as I looked a little farther, I learned that one in three dogs will be diagnosed with canine cancer.

The National Canine Cancer Foundation is raising money for research grants to help find a cure.

Who knows, maybe if we can find a cure in canines, we can find a cure in humans.

Flight of the greyhound


Years ago, after we sent Gracie to the bridge, a yellow swallowtail butterfly appeared in our yard the following summer. I was certain that Gracie had returned to the gardens.


Just last week I saw a pair of butterflies chasing around the white flower bush thingy that grows so well. Gracie had brought Cleo home with her this year.

Thursday we sent Maddie to the bridge. I was running the dogs on Friday noon, and to my delight, I saw three butterflies chasing around the bush.


I know this one is Maddie. Maddie had the softest coat of any greyhound, ever. Check out the fur around the body of this butterfly.

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly


First, the good.

Feb. 20 the Fly Boys joined us from Florida.
Nov. 2 Pasha joined the gardens when his family moved to California
Nov. 9 Joey comes up to us on his own for ear scritches
Nov. 26 Crystalbella is back after four years in another home
Dec. 15 Cinderella arrived home from Florida


And then, the bad.

March 28 Cleo is diagnosed with lymphoma and goes to the bridge
April 9 Adam diagnosed with auto immune hemolytic anemia, and as of January 9, 2009 he will be nine months post diagnosis
July 31 Oneco goes to the bridge
Aug. 1 Clancy diagnosed with sarcoma, surgery removed the tumor with clean margins

Unfortunately, the Ugly

Vet bill for 2008 $13,717.40
Dog food 7,280 lbs.

Manic Mondays

The Rules

Main Folder: Pick a number 5-13 • 5
Sub Folder: Pick a number 11-30 • 11
Photo: Pick a number 25-50 • 34

This is Cleo (fawn) and Blender (white and black).

Blender was our first foster dog. Needless to say, I failed miserably at fostering. She was very shy, almost frightened of her shadow. My youngest daughter spent hours and hours reading to her and talking to her just to become her friend. Seven years later, she is a happy outgoing crazy girl.

Cleo had been in her family for eight years. Shortly after she turned ten, they moved into a new home and decided to give her back to the adoption group. Cleo was one classy dog. We were a very lucky family to have adopted her. She was with us for almost two years before we lost her to cancer.

Do not disturb

As I look around the room of wall to wall, floor to ceiling dog beds, I seriously have to wonder how they earned the nick-name

45 mile-per-hour couch potatoes?

Crystal and Adam

Minnie

Pasha

Cinderella

Buddy

Roxy

Pasha and Talley

Minnie and Crystal

December 18

Another call came. A ten year old girl was being bounced through no fault of her own. Sadly, Gracie had just been diagnosed with osteosarcoma and we didn’t feel we could take another greyhound.

We lost Gracie a few weeks later. In Gracie’s honor I called to see if Cleo still needed a home and sure enough, she was waiting. She came as an only child and soon adapted to a big family. She was a true delight.

Barbie was another one of the Humane Society calls. Her family had left her off to be put-to-sleep. She was way to wonderful for that, even at ten years old, so home she came.