It was time to go off to school and Cinderella wanted nothing to do with it.
I found myself crawling through a blackberry bush tunnel to catch her. Karen took one look and said, she’ll be a garden hound.
Off to the races she went, but she really was only interested in playing and charming the socks off of everyone who stopped by to greet her. She retired and Karen flew down to sunny Florida to play in the kennels and bring her back to the frozen tundra of Oregon.
Welcome home Miss Cinderella.
One week ago, I was basking in 80° weather. I was sipping my umbrella drink through a straw, enjoying the warm Florida sand. I thought I had one-up on my kennel buddies, I, Cinderella, was on my way to paradise, to Greyhound Gardens.
Nobody prepared me for my first five days in parad-ice.
Remember the clock from Tuesday? Somewhere below 20°? Well, take a look at today’s weather. We’re having a heatwave, it is officially somewhere below 30°. I’ll report on the heatwave due tomorrow.
It’s insane here. We are still expected to make our daily five trips out to parad-ice. Unbelievable.
So I took a poll amongst the other greyhounds here. Four out of five hounds are pretty sure they can hold it until April. Of course, that is assuming that monsoon season doesn’t float us off to the Pacific.
Here is an example of the one outta five that isn’t afraid to trot off to the ice fields. This is Roxy. She isn’t running ’cause it’s fun. She just wants to get business taken care of and back into a nice warm cushion.
It’s gotta be a senior thing. Roxy is 12.
This is Maddie, she’ll be 13 next month.
And this is Pasha. He’ll be 13 in April. The cold doesn’t seem to phase these guys.
As for me. I can hold it until April. This Rover Reporter for the Greyhound Gazette will post the remaining of my reports from the comforts of my cushion.
Introducing Cinderella, another new rover reporter for Greyhound Gardens.
The life of a greyhound is greyt.
As a puppy, you get to play with your brothers and sisters for the first year of your life. You go to school, get a job and then you retire.
So, just like all of the other greyhounds I went to work but I didn’t take it as seriously as I should have. I really just wanted to play with my friends. Retirement was in my future. In November I got the official announcement, I was going to Greyhound Gardens.
Sounds like a paradise, doesn’t it? Visions of green lush pastures, waterfalls and sweet smelling flowers danced in my head. I pranced around the kennel bragging to everyone that I was going to Greyhound Gardens.
Boy oh boy was I ever sold a bill of goods. This is what I woke up to this morning.
“Time to go out” were almost my very first words. Yippee! I thought. The door opened and I dashed out in anticipation of racing around with my new friends. I stopped dead in my tracks, looked out and thought, “What the …”
What I saw was a white ice field, three frozen water bowls and a couple of dead-looking trees.
Ok, so it wasn’t lush green pastures, the sand was whiter and colder than normal. So off I went. Surely this is a joke.
Nope, not a joke.
This is Greyhound Gardens. I’m freezing my ass off.
Haven’t even been home for 12 hours yet and I want to go back to Florida. I promise to pull my own weight.
To all of my friends back at the kennel in Florida, a word of advice. Read the fine print before you sign your adoption contract.