Whatcha doing mom?

Sage and Glory.  

Nobody knows what mom does in the barn when the doors are closed. 

The doggies hope it is something for them. The birds hope it is something for them. The squirrels have high hopes too.

The reality is, nobody knows.

Be careful what you wish for

Two borzoi
Two borzoi
Glory and Sage   

After all the freezing and snow last week came 50° and rain this week. Our yard is a smoothy mess of mud with a little bit of grass showing. 

The dogs love it. They can finally go out and just roam around enjoying the smells.

Sage and Glory are having the time of their lives. All of the muck and mud thrill them as they chase around, squishing it in between their toes and best of all, caking it onto all of their feathers.

Maybe the freezing cold temps weren’t so bad.

Women’s march, Salem, Oregon   

As a side note, Karen and I attended the Women’s march in Salem. They estimated 4,500 people were in attendance today. It was amazing to be a part of it and even more amazing as we watched the numbers roll in from other locations.

Tonight they belong in the barn

Two borzoi
Two borzoi
Out of the barn they came   

We’ve had freezing weather, snow, freezing rain and today a down pour. At least the temps hovered around 40°. The ground is still frozen and that translates to standing water. Lots of it. 

These two seem to be drawn to the deepest and muddiest puddles. Never fear however, they came right in the house, dried off and warmed up.

Is it any wonder that we have dust as high as the ceilings?

What’s new in the gardens

Four borzoi
Four borzoi
Sage, Glory, Zip and Timber   

So many changes happened around here in the last year, I’m not even sure where to begin. I guess I will start with the happy stories.

We started a garden again. It was, to say the least delightful to watch the plants grow and produce. The tomato bushes went bananas, the pepper plants did really well, the lemon cukes were over the top. The pumpkins were sad, the butternut squash clearly didn’t like where we planted them and the cantelope produced three lovely, very flavorful melons. At least I think all three were flavorful. The grand dogs got into that part of the garden and helped themselves.

We put in a small barn to store some of the garden implements, but I don’t think it will be used for that. Since the end of October when it went in, we have gone out every chance we could get and sat at the little bistro table and enjoyed our coffee. I think we might have to put in a small garden shed. The red barn is now responsible for coffee and photo backdrop.

puppy weimaraner jumping
Holly and Maverick   

We had the good fortune to have multiple visits from our grand dogs this summer. Holly added a long-haired blue Weimaraner to her pack. An eight-week old puppy boy came into their lives in February. He needed the acre to stretch his legs and wear off some of that puppy energy.

Mav also learned where the carrots were planted in the garden. No fence is too tall for this little munchkin and he loves the carrots.

Two weimaraners and a lab
Maverick, Goldee and Autzen   

Just before Christmas this year we got snow. It was magical and despite the cold, I loved every minute. Once again, the barn provided a perfect backdrop for a winter scene with the grand dogs.

Getting there glide on

Borzoi prance

I find it impossible to believe that it has already been a year since we brought the babies home. A year has passed since our epic cross-country road trip. The trip that makes us smile and makes us wish we could do it again.

The two puppies have been amazing and both Karen and I are so glad that we made the trip. They have  brought so much joy and so much laughter into our lives.

Oh ya, and just a tiche of frustration. Yesterday we were discussing how good they had been. This morning I found a hole that someone chewed in our leather couch. I’m guessing it was this one, but since I haven’t done a DNA test, I have no proof.


This one has turned out to be the teeny, tiny princess. She’s the boss, the instigator of trouble and so stinking sweet.

Welcome back to Greyhound Gardens. We’re evolving once again in a new way. We have the five year plan until Karen officially retires. So much work to be done.

Beach babes

Glory and Sage   

During the summer, the college works four ten-hour days and takes Fridays off. The ten-hour days get a bit grueling, but the Fridays off are decadent. Today was my last Friday. I’m not really sure what happened, when the summer started we had big plans. Today we finally made it out to the beach with the babies. Their first trip to the beach.

Needless to say, I think we broke the babies. When we got back to the car they both laid down the minute they hit the cushions and we never heard another peep out of them.

Sage and Glory    

They were pretty excited when we first got there. They barely wanted to hang for a photo and were ready to go exploring.

New things to put in their mouths, people to watch, new air to sniff, the roar of the incoming tide to listen to and feel the sand in their toes.

Sage and Glory   

Despite their love for the kiddy pools in our backyard, they wanted nothing to do with the ocean water. They barked at the strange dogs on the beach. They didn’t like the feel of the stringy sea weed in their mouths. But the horse poop left on the beach? That was a delicacy and we were on constant watch to keep them away from the tasty nuggets.

Re-defining dull moment

Sage and Glory

It’s a known fact that neither Karen nor I have ever had a puppy. We have always loved our more “lifestyle” dogs. You know, the couch potatoes.

When we got the call that the little girl was available, fear penetrated my soul, but the call of the wild was stronger. We loved the idea of experiencing a puppy.

Glory and Zippy    

Zippy is an amazing baby sitter. He is so patient with them now. It took a couple of days of watching them closely, but he is so good at wearing them out just even a little bit.

Taunting Zip, just a little bit   

It’s true, Glory teases Zip almost unmercifully at times. See that couch? Before we knew we were going to have babies, we invested in a custom leather couch.

Resting zone, if only for a minute   

We try to keep it covered for mild protection. I’m not really sure how successful we are now that the puppies have arrived.

Sage, Glory and Zip   

The entire living room has been converted into a romper room as they play leap frog from cushion to cushion and take flying leaps onto and off of the couch.

A boost from Zip   

This is what much of our day looks like now. Always having adult dogs in the house is so different.

What are they doing?   

The two younguns’ squabble like this all of the time. And every thing they say about those baby teeth being sharp is so, so true.

As Sage hung off of the arm of the couch for the longest time, Zip and Glory got in a few licks of their own.

Glory and Zip   

Yes, this is our new life. Laughter and fun and giggles and not much quiet time.

Life in the fast lane

Sage and Glory

I must confess, having puppies in the house equates to never having a dull moment. These have un-ending energy. And, just when I think they are winding down, their two-minute power nap has re-charged their batteries for another un-ending play session. They crack me up every minute of every day.

Glory and Sage   

Just when I think their batteries are running down, they take a two-minute power nap and they are off again. Running, chasing and just a whole lot of rough and tumble. I can’t help but sit in the middle of the action and just watch them play. They really are a ton of fun.


Every once in awhile, we will catch those sweet and tender moments that bring a tear to our eye, hardly believing how lucky we are to have a puppy or two in our life.


How could anyone possibly say no to this face?

Bedtime story

Glory and Sage   

Are you tired of puppy pictures yet?

Just for the record, when my daughters were but young pups I documented nearly every day of their first year too, and yes I know right where those photos are.

These two are growing like weeds. Faster than the weeds in our backyard. We are discovering that their batteries are lasting longer too before they crash. But the minute they crash, it probably has to be the sweetest thing in the world.

Oh, if they could just stay little.