Chapter 1


Sheesh, where do I begin? Writing memoirs is way harder than I ever imagined.



Good writing requires plenty of water and stretch breaks.

Flocko had no idea his memoirs would be so exhausting. Grammar, punctuation and no delete key.

Writing my memoir


Oh the stories this boy has to tell. Stories of love, stories of winning and I have no idea what else he has up his sleeve.

Mr. Beautiful


I’m really digging the black background. Guess I’ll be getting a little more use out of it.

Just checkin’


I took Slinky in for her first check-up since they released her on Tuesday. To say the least, she looks fabulous. (the photo above is not current). She still looks a bit like franken-hound, but everything is healing so nicely.

The last words out of her doctor’s mouth Saturday night before she closed her up was that she would most likely have to have a second surgery. The brilliant and amazing doc saw her today and she’s thinking that Slinky might not have to have any more surgery’s. We sure are hoping that is the case. On Sunday her face and neck were so swollen, she looked like she had the mumps. By Tuesday the swelling had gone down, but her face still looked more like a doberman than a greyhound. Tonight, she looks like a greyhound.


I’ve been taking Flocko in every day to get his dressing changed and so that they can look at his incision site. I haven’t seen it yet, but the doc thought he was looking pretty good too. He actually jumped into the car today even though he doesn’t want to walk very much on the leg.

Yup, it won’t belong and our boy will be jumping and running after toys again.