When ever we come home from doing a photo session with other dogs, we always get the sniff down. I really don’t know how they feel about other dog and cat smells. Sometimes, I think they enjoy the guessing game about who we have been with. At least, they all spend so much time doing the vigorous sniff down, that I have to believe they find it somewhat entertaining.
When they entered the secret room, it was nose to the ground.
They checked every nook and cranny of the room leaving not one stray dog hair unsniffed.
Sometimes it took more than one nose to figure out who had been in the secret room
It’s no secret, I love making a cycle through the secondhand stores. It’s like a treasure hunt. Somedays we get extremely lucky, other days we go home empty-handed and we always have fun.
I try not to go scouting in with any preconceived ideas, but today I wanted a gilded frame.
We’ve found some cool props for the dogs, outfitted our bodies with clothes that don’t matter if they get filled with paw prints and dog hair and today, we found the ultimate, most fabulous white leather love seat.
It was exactly what I was looking for. Big enough to hold the biggest of dogs, and perfect for a whole litter of little babies. And, it is in mint condition.
The original Goodwill price was $79.99 and it had dropped in price $10 so that the price this afternoon was $39.99.
Of course, we needed another expense like we needed a hole in our heads, but this was so perfect. So I planted my butt on it until the clerk came by to mark it sold.
As we skipped up to the front counter with our receipt for the love seat in one hand and the gilded frame in the other, it dawned on me that just last week my Goodwill spending had racked up a $10 credit bringing our new beloved treasure down to $29.99.
Each of the dogs have ever so carefully bunched up the cover I threw over it to protect it from the evil muddy paw prints. They’ve all tried it out, even the dogs that don’t normally get on the couch, and have given it four paws up.
For as much as Jillian is the party girl, Slinky is the dainty princess. Having litter mates is way more fun than I ever imagined. The two girls are attached at the hip and their personalities are as different as night and day. Slinky was perfectly content to hang back and munch on the grass while Jillian played chase with the toy. Slinky would watch, wander around a bit and then watch some more.
All of sudden, she could watch no more. There is a bit of a competitive streak between the girls. Make no mistakes. If one girl gets something, there had better be one of equal or greater value for the other.
There’s a saying in the greyhound world. “What’s mine is mine. What’s yours is mine. And last but not least, If you have it and I want it, it’s mine.
Gotta love the twins.
And just for the record, we took two identical toys out for them, apparently that just wasn’t good enough.
Earlier this week I eluded to a special visitor coming to see the twins.
The story starts something like this. Years ago, after fostering between 60 and 70 greyhounds, I wanted to see what the racing side of greyhounds was all about. What better way than to own my own dog. A racing kennel outside of Portland that also bred greyhounds took a chance on two nutty women and sold us our first racing greyhound.
That single purchase gave us perhaps some the dearest friends we have ever had. They are the people that make racing a good thing. They love every one of their racers as much as if not more than most pet people do. And their dogs are treated with the kindness and respect that some pets will never have.
So, there were two fawn sisters that had retired, but Paul loved. They were his retired pets. When it came time for Paul and Nancy to move the racing kennel to Alabama, Paul asked if we would take the two girls, because more important than anything else, Paul wanted to know where they were going, he wanted them to stay together because even in the racing kennel, they were side by side and he wanted to see pictures.
Three years ago, with much sadness in his heart, Paul handed over Jillian and Slinky’s leashes to us.
Three years ago.
Of course, Paul has seen a million pictures of his girls, but they have only had Karen and I. When I got a call that Paul and Nancy would be in Oregon for a couple of days, we were ecstatic and I was fairly certain the girls would crawl out of their skins when they saw Paul.
Of course, the girls were excited to see Nancy.
But they just could not get enough of Paul. They knew him the minute they got to the back door.
By the way, Paul had to wait ten minutes before he could see them because Timber insisted on being admired first.
Paul couldn’t move. And later that evening after Paul and Nancy had gone, it was so sad to watch the girls run out the back door to see if he was still there.
We had two happy girls. I have no doubt that they love us, but the bond between two retired racers and their trainer is so awesome.
Well, that was until he went to trim their toenails. It took them a little while to forgive him for that.
I can hardly contain myself with excitement as I have been going through photos of the twins from tonight. They were amazing. I always knew they were devoted to one another. Tonight, I discovered how completely they are in sync with each other.
I must find another set of litter mates to see if they are all like this.