Joey is home


It went so much better today than I anticipated. The vet met me at the back door and gently relaxed Joey.

Because he is so hard to get to the vet, she took one look at his teeth and made them a priority. She fixed his ear, sewed patch on the ear and went to work on his teeth. In fact, she pulled some teeth.

Tonight, he is doing amazing. He’s been outside to take care of business and now he is laying on a cushion near me, sound asleep.

Have I mentioned lately how much I adore and love our vet? She is the best of the best.

To the vet we go


Well, the course of steroids and antibiotics did nothing for Joey’s ear. It isn’t as red and inflamed, but it may be even more puffy.

The plan is we’ll drive up to the back door of the vet clinic tomorrow morning and they will come out and sedate him in my car and then we’ll transport him in to do whatever they have to do.

I was so hoping we could just take care of it.

Joey will be 13 in May. He’s an entirely different dog from the dog he was when we first adopted him, but I still hate putting him through anything that is scary.

Wish us well, wish us luck, send us any good thoughts you can muster.

Puffy ear


Really? Haven’t we had enough? Last July Flocko had puffy ear. Apparently the correct diagnosis is a hematoma. They treated him with a course of steroids and it went away.

Now, Joey has puffy ear. He brings a whole new twist to veterinary care.

He was known as a spook when we first adopted him. He was scared of everything, including but not limited to new people, the wind, a fluttering leaf, cars driving by, changes in routine and let me emphasize new people.

We took him to the vet about a year after we adopted him. He panicked, his temp rose to 107°, it was extremely scary. They took him to the back room to get him cooled off in a bath and he panicked more and his temp continued to rise. It was awful. Now, our beloved vet comes to the house to see Joey and he does much better. Fortunately, Joey is just one of those healthy dogs.

Long story short, Joey is on the same course as Flocko. Let’s hope we are just as successful this time again.

There’s no place like home


I’m finally starting to feel not so discombooberated. It feels so good to be back at home and getting back into some sort of routine.

All of the dogs have settled back in to their routines and all is well.

Ideally, I would have loved just one more week, at home.

Weather patterns


Oregon’s weather is so darn predictable. Every year for about two to three weeks in February we get this unseasonably warm weather. The sun comes out to play.

Spring fever attacks like a madness that is uncontrollable.

And then, almost without warning, it goes away. Far, far away and the cold wind and rain return. It’s beastly and certainly not welcomed, but we have no control.

There is no more kicking of the heals in the air. Instead, we are all hunkered down inside beside the warmth of the furnace. It just is not fair.

Not fair at all.



There’s gonna be a rumble


I’ve detected a bit of grumbling amongst the natives lately. They weren’t happy with me after I missed a few days on their blog last week.

I guess I’m gonna get it if I don’t get with the program and start taking pictures of our dogs… and I had better do it fast.

OK guys, I get the message loud and clear.

Shy no more


Joey is our true blue spook. It took him four years before he would ever let us scratch his ears. Two years later he started to do the famous “forearm flip”. And now, he vies for the coveted cushion behind my desk chair. He’s a perfect example of how important it is to take time with the shy dogs.

He was another dog that had a trainer that loved him. It’s my understanding that he was in Florida and when the kennel he was in was coming to Oregon, his trainer made sure he was on the truck. When Oregon had racing, they had a policy that if a greyhound was either bred in Oregon or raced in Oregon, upon retirement, they went straight into the adoption kennel. End of story.

Multnomah race track had a beautiful adoption facility with great groups that supported it. Joey’s trainer knew that if he came to Oregon, his fate would be a couch and he wanted that for Joey.

Joey was my second spook hound and Karen’s first. He definitely put us through the paces in the beginning. We could never get him to come in the house, somedays it took hours. So, we built him a little kennel run outside for the times we had to go to work. We haven’t had to use it for years. He does however have a routine to come in the house.

He likes to run around the maple tree and straight into the house and down the basement stairs. We can’t have any noises like the washer or dryer and if the wind blows through the trees, he stops right at the door and won’t come in. He seems to understand when I tell him that I have to go back to work. He’ll brave the wind and go straight the basement. We have to walk down the stairs and then he’ll come up.

Spooks are a whole new challenge, but once you have their trust, it’s wonderful.

Joey’s milestones


If you could have met Joey back in 2004 when we adopted him, you would be as happy as we are each time he comes up to ask for an ear scratch.

This afternoon I was sitting out in the middle of the yard waiting for someone to come up for a photo and noticed Joey standing by the back door waiting to go in. I called his name, he turned around, looked at me and ran out toward me.

This is not the dog we adopted. Joey wouldn’t come with thirty feet of us in the beginning and it took four years before he would let us scratch his ears.

To this day, we celebrate his milestones. He is such a good boy.