Late in the afternoon last Sunday it finally started to warm up enough that we really felt like being outside. It’s a weird state of mind when 40° feels warm.
The snow started to have a good melt down going and the dogs were feeling pretty darn frisky. It had been so cold for so long, and we didn’t dare leave them out for any longer than just a few minutes, that I am sure they were thrilled to be out playing on the acre. Shortly after I took this, these two took off in a dead heat for the finish line.
We had just gone out to take some photos of the greyhounds. Sara has always been my most difficult dog to photograph. She’s just not a fan. I had knelt down and noticed something was not right with her belly. I called Karen over to check it out. She had lump, about the size of a fist and hard.
Suddenly taking photos did not seem so important. I’m so glad my vet is open on Sundays. I loaded her in the car and off we went.
The vet thinks she may have a mammary gland infection. Since I always go to the worst case scenario first, an infection seemed like nothing. We were sent home with antibiotics and told to come back in a week for a re-check.
Today was my fifth visit to the vet in seven days. I’m tired of playing in their sandbox.
There is a whole lot of magic going on in this photo. Sage the borzoi is our youngest dog and Sara is our oldest greyhound. And, it’s snowing in Salem.
Sara came to us after her owner unexpectedly died. She was almost 10 years old, separated from her sister and devastated. She’s very quiet and never asks for much. To this day I think she still misses her original owner.
She has however, really taken to the two borzoi pups. When they go outside, she is right at the door to go out with them. It’s quite sweet and we if that’s what Sara wants, that’s what Sara gets.
I promised myself I would do a better job with Greyhound Gardens this year. So many changes in the pack in 2016. No new additions, but once again we had a few really tough losses. It took the wind out of my sails for a long time.
As we roll into the new year, all is well. Flocko turned 13 on December 22. He’s been on phenobarbital since 2008 for grand mal seizures and besides getting a little weak in the hind legs, he’s doing really well. He still has the appetite of a horse and when you are surrounded by a few finicky dogs, that is a blessing.
I will never forget the day I adopted my first greyhound. It was January 1, 2002. His name was Fonzi. He was a this beautiful black greyhound, a little shy, but true to greyhound nature he was so sweet. They called him Greg, but somehow, Fonzi seemed to be a much better fit.
We taught him everything. How to walk on tile floors, how to go up and down stairs and the comforts of sleeping on a bed.
That boy forever changed my life and even though he is no longer with us, I will always be grateful to him. Since the day I adopted him, I have in one way or another been involved with greyhounds.
Tomorrow, Saturday, Nov. 8, I am doing a photo fundraiser for the adoption group I currently volunteer with. Oregon Greyhound Adoption is hosting their 3rd annual photo fundraiser at Sellwood Dog Supply in Portland, Oregon from 11 am to 3 pm. All proceeds from the fundraiser will go to the group.