Goldee and Autzen came down for a quick visit today. They love coming to grandma’s house. The minute they hit our driveway, they are excited beyond belief. They race around the acre like it is their own private dog park.
Flo wanted to come out and she loved Goldee. We looked up and Goldee and Flo were running together. Goldee was sweet, she ran just fast enough so that Flo could keep up and it looked like she was running in smaller and smaller circles so that Flo wouldn’t have to run so far.
Flo had a blast.
Earlier this week I noticed that Flocko’s gait just isn’t right. He’s favoring his right rear leg ever so slightly.
I hate limps. I bounce between shear panic and wanting to race him to the vet and preferring to hide my head in the sand.
Our experience hasn’t been great. Limps are rarely just arthritis or a soft tissue strain. But it’s possible that is all we are dealing with. I like that story.
It’s nothing more than 11 years catching up with him.
It wouldn’t be fair if I just showed Goldee have a blast a the beach. I’m pretty sure it is Autzen’s favorite place to go.
We took the grand doggers to the beach.
They liked it.
Fergie had an awesome day. Nothing makes a day better than extra snacks. She got the call from the vet clinic, they needed her blood. And score! A little bit of her bright red blood scored her some extra snacks.
Yup, it was a good day for Fergie and now she’s a heroine, she saved somebodies life.
We had to be in Portland this morning to help out Megan. When we got home, Timber had been sick. Poor baby. He’s really feeling rotten tonight.
We walk the dogs every night and over at the high school on the weekends, the geese flock there and well, they leave their poop everywhere.
Sometime during evolution, goose poop became a delicacy. The sushi of canines. We try our best to keep his head held high but he is quick. He can see a goose poop from 100 yards out and trick us so that he can scoop it up faster than we can move.
We’re pretty certain goose poop isn’t on his limited ingredient diet and tonight, Timber is paying the piper.
This is Fergie nestled in her penthouse closest to my desk. This kid is more jack russell terrier than greyhound, I swear. When she’s on a mission, she is like a freight train full speed ahead and nobody had better be in her way. She’s also very agile and can move about the cabin with the lightest of feet.
Her most recent gig however, is in the mornings. When Karen leaves for work at 4 am, I usually have her give me a call to get up at 4:30 am. The minute she hears me answer the phone, Fergie launches from where she is sleeping right to the bed. If my head is in her way, well, that’s a shame ain’t it.
This one is a hoot, she definitely keeps us on our toes.
Last night I posted about Joey on the Facebook group page for the greyhound group where we adopted Joey.
When we got Joey, we were told that his trainer brought him from Florida so that he would have a chance at adoption because Oregon was a no-kill state. Every greyhound that was born here or raced here went into an adoption program. We never knew much more than that.
Today I got a message on Facebook asking if his race name was Way to go Joe. I immediately responded saying yes.
She wrote this back to me
I had gotten him in my kennel at Sarasota when i was 18 years old. He was one of 3 that came in together as littermates. He and one of his sisters were so spooky that i couldn’t touch them. The season was ending and i hadn’t made any progress with them, and they were so scared they’d urinate on themselves when handled. I decided to bring them to oregon and figured that even if they dont make it as racers, at least the adoption programs there were willing to try to adopt these types of dogs.
Neither ever made it on the track, but his sister little ellie was friendly enough that i knew she’d be fine as a pet. Joe on the otherhand, tolerated me at best, but was still terrified of every other person he came in contact with. I’ve thought about him every so often for the last 10 years or so and always wondered where he ended up. To this day he is the only spook that i was never able to break. I’m really glad i saw your post, and glad to know that he ended up in a good place.
It made my day to know that thanks to a trainer that cared, Joey came to Oregon and spent almost all of his life with us.
Joey came to us on February 29, 2004. Bentley had just be diagnosed with osteosarcoma and we put the word out that we wanted a special needs dog.
Joey was labeled as a spook dog. He was terrified of everything including he own shadow. His trainer in Florida loved him so much, that she put him on a hauler and sent him to Oregon, to a state where she knew he would have a chance at adoption.
Joey loved the gardens. He quickly learned to play like the other greyhounds.
He relaxed in the sun.
And he loved running with his friends.
He was on of the most beautiful dogs I had ever seen. In the beginning, he was jet black. His eyes were chocolate brown and he always had this innocent puppy look about him.
He loved just hanging with his friends on the acre. It took him nearly five years before he ever trusted us enough to let us scritch his ears, but he was so happy amongst his friends and we were willing to let him take all the time he needed.
In December he was diagnosed with a progressive sarcoma on his ribs. We spent the last seven weeks giving him his favorite treats, giving all of the ear scritches he wanted and lots of time on the acre to enjoy his favorite turf.
Tonight we said good bye. He was growing so tired and he told us it was time.
We will mis you forever sweet boy. It was such an honor to watch you grow from a shy, scared boy to a confident older dog. You were the best of the best.