Costco had new beds this week and they were oh so Fergelicious. We knew that one would be perfect in one of her many penthouses.
Have I mentioned lately that this dog is just so stinkin’ cute?
Now mind you, her bed is in the penthouse where no other dog has dared to go. However, she is having a real Fergitude when other dogs even come near her new bed. When she comes in from outside, she kicks her Fergennugen into high gear and heads straight for her newly remodeled penthouse.
So Fergeturd, I’m telling you now. Get over your Fergitude about your Fergilicious new Fergibed or you are gonna be Fergestitute and homeless and your new bed is gonna be in Fergetory.
Seriously Fergie, did you have to do that? This was my response, no remorse, just a fergitude.
I have mentioned Fergie’s cat-like need to be up high. We have spent hours high-proofing our house so that the little fathead would be safe.
Since time and eternity we have had a table out on our patio. It sat beneath the window and in the heat of the summer Karen and I would sit out there in the evening and enjoy a cup of coffee. In fact, we’ve enjoyed many cups of coffee out there.
Until today. Little Miss Fergie, aiming for the stars jumped up on the table and must have hit the window just right with her muzzle. Yes, as you hold your breath your thoughts are correct. She broke the window.
No greyhounds were harmed in this latest ferginanigan, but sheesh.
It was just a storm window. The table has moved to one of our garden areas. The cardboard and duct tape that is currently in place of what used to be a window should definitely earn us a place in House Beautiful.
Fergie’s paws are so dry and cracked and riddled with corns. Corns seem to be a greyhound thing. They are also perpetual, I don’t know if they every really go away.
Except for the corns, they look like my feet at the end of the summer when I have only worn Birkenstocks from sun up to sun down.
Unless of course, I spring for frequent pedicures.
And so, Fergie shall have pawdicures.
This paw is looking so much better after a week of pawdicures. All of the pads looked like the one towards the back.
Isn’t this why every body has loaf pans? We use just the basic sea salt in warm water. Her pads have been so tender, trimming the toe nails is out of the question right now. Hopefully soon and I am thinking hot pink nail polish is her color.
We started out using Bag Balm, great grandma’s cure for everything. That stuff is so greasy though, so we made a trip to our local Nature’s Pet Market with checkbook in hand and walked out with with butters and creams.
Meatloaf pans, butters and creams… sounds like we ought to be baking instead.
After a good soaking, Karen gently massages Fergie’s paws rubbing the creams and lotions into the pads.
Oh the joys. I feel the need for an early summer pedi coming on.
Of course there was no escaping the pet store without fashion forward boots to allow the the cream to soak in.
These are Muttluks. They are all weather so she can wear them outside. She’s only lost one of the once, so they seem to stay on pretty well.
We also have a pair of Therapaws, but she seems more comfortable in these.
Her pads are responding remarkably well. Once we get the dried and cracked part healed, then we will really go to work on the corns.
There is a great Facebook group called Greyhounds with Corns. It is definitely worth joining if your greyhound has corns. There are a million ways of dealing with the stupid things and it seems no two dogs respond the same way.
Lounging in her penthouse suite with beautiful views of squirrel world, Fergie is wearing the finest scents of ode de bag balm and high-fashion Therapaw boots in hopes of taming those stupid corns in her pads.
We call this the honeymoon stage. Everything she does delights Karen and me. When she first started nesting on top of the kennels we worried about her safety, so Karen went around and made sure everything was safe for our little girlfriend.
If you ever saw the inside of our house, you would see that it is wall-to-wall Costco cushion. Sometimes we rip the tags off, most of the time we don’t.
Apparently Fergie saw them as a clutter to the streamlined dog bed decor because she has now taken it upon herself to tear the tags off.
I’m trying to remember the last time we had a young lady in the house. It seems like most of our girls have come to us as gentle ladies.
Then came Fergie.
So, we’ve had a bit of rain, apparently Fergie found the best mud puddles on the acre. And yes, she raced into the house looking like this. At first glance without my glasses on it looked like her dark brindle.
But wait, that was not the end of the Fergie antics.
We usually have a cushion or two on top of the kennels, we through them down on the floor when everyone is out when we are home. I was sitting at the computer when I heard whining. Worried that something was really wrong, I turned around to see Fergie lounging on the cushion on top of the kennel.
Really Fergie? She was terribly cute. That’s not something we really want to cultivate however. That’s a mighty big picture window she could hurt herself on.
I fear that a day without Fergie would be a day without a tornado. Our little girlfriend keeps us on our toes.