Have digital camera, will photograph dogs. The digital Canon Rebel hadn’t even been released. Digital cameras were still in their infancy. I was so proud of my Canon 10d. Loved that camera to pieces and I was always out in the backyard with the camera and the doggies.
I originally wrote this post on May 9, 2009. The photos are all from 2003 to 2004. Blender is the only greyhound we have left from the original pack. Wow, so many things have changed.
I love looking back at some of my old photos, they remind of all of the joy our dogs bring us every day.
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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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.
In 2005 I built our first web site for Greyhound Gardens. In 2009 I updated it. Technology has changed so much since then, I’ve taken the plunge and I’m updating again. The plan is to integrate the blog into a new and improved website with another new look.
Good grief, what I have I started. I have hundreds of pages to re-create. My mind has once again gone to the dogs.
I’m currently taking a trip down memory lane. I’m revisiting all of the greyhounds that have gone to the rainbow bridge since 2004. It’s a happy sad. I don’t think of them as often as I used to, but I have never forgotten them, forgotten the pleasure they brought us or forgotten the laughs they gave us.
This is Phoebe. She was 11, nearly 12 years old when she came to the gardens. This girl was a hoot. She dumped a quart of heavy whipping cream on the kitchen floor, de-feathered a down blanket and permanently dis-figured a first generation iPod.
She was going to be a puppy forever, until that damn cancer beat her down at 14.
Stay tuned, we’ll be moving to new digs soon. (Sheesh, I hope so anyway.)
Phoebe was our introduction to the world of seniors. 11 years old and Phoebe was found wandering on a country road.
When presented with her leash, Karen never batted an eye about bring Phoebe into her world. Phoebe provided us with hours and hours of clever antics. She proved that being a senior meant nothing more a bigger number for her age.