The view from my desk

I’m on vacation, sort of. I have a free lance project I’m working on, so except for running the dogs, I lived in front of my computer today.

This was the view. I think I bore them. I, on the other hand, love working from home.

National "Where is my nose day?"

I paced around the room last night with my camera. “I need a subject! Give me a subject.” I was demanding attention from the lazy sots that surrounded me.
As you can see, they quivered in terror.
 

So frightened, they scrambled.

Not. This was as much activity as I could get.

Two by two

It’s official, we’re lining up for the arc. I don’t think there has ever been this much standing water for this long on the acre.
And what’s worse, there is NO end in sight. White dogs have a permanent mud speckle on their legs, rugs, well, I am not even going there.
Oh the price we pay to be green.

Waiting for the tooth fairy

Our poor little Barnman had his last seven teeth pulled today.

He’s resting nicely tonight. He’ll be sore for a couple of days, but I know from personal experience that having a tooth pulled feels so much better than an abscess.

So, while we’re waiting for the tooth fairy, please join us on the Pet Blog Hop.

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

Open wide

Last night during Barney’s glamour shots, we noticed some swelling on the left side of his muzzle.
The guy only came with four teeth (it’s a greyhound thing), but he’s also had a course bark this week that almost sounds like he has been de-barked (he hasn’t).
We rolled ourselves out of bed at 5:30 am so that we could be into the vet clinic by 7:30am.
Yup, an abscessed tooth. Poor boy. Antibiotics daily, tooth fairy Friday.
I love parenthood.

What about Barney?

If you’ve been following my trip down memory lane since Monday, you’ve met a few of our foster dogs and were always near and dear to our hearts.

Yesterday’s post talked about the pair white and red brindle boys. Barney was one of them.

He moved in like he had always been here. When we fostered, we treated the greyhounds like they were our very own.

From the first night, Barney insisted on sleeping beside me on the bed.

He marked his turf calling the acre his own. Well, he had some competition.

He quickly made best friends with Danny.

And believe me he raced with wind every day. We brought him home in November after he had bounced twice for housebreaking issues. It was our charge to see if we couldn’t get things turned around. Oddly enough, we never had a problem with him.

In February we got a call from a family that had just lost their greyhound to osteo. When I showed them Barney’s picture, they said he looked just like their pup and adopted him immediately.

Once again with a heavy heart, I handed over the leash.

At the beginning of February, I got an e-mail. Barney had just turned 12 in December. They were moving out of state and couldn’t take him with them.

I took a deep breath and called Karen to tell her what was happening. Without batting an eye, she said he could come back to gardens.

I said, “he’s 12, we’ll have to hold another paw when the time comes” and she said, “that’s what we do.”

He’s not the first senior we’ve taken because the family couldn’t keep them. We don’t ask questions nor do we pass judgment. It’s our job to love the hounds.

Last Sunday, we took back Barney’s leash. He seemed to know who we were and he knew his acre the minute he got back. After five short days, it feels like Barney has always been here.

Welcome back Barney!

I leave you with two thoughts as we go into the Pet Blog Hop.

If you ever get a chance to foster, do it. It’s a wonderful experience, a little sad when you hand the doggie over to their new family, but you do walk away with a bit of a high because you know you’ve done a great thing.

Secondly, adopt a senior. They make the best pets.

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

My View

I’ve arrived in Las Vegas. The lights are twinkling, but the only thing I’ve taken a picture of is my view. Tenth floor, Mandalay Bay.
Tuesday promises to be wonderful.