Tails of a shy dog

Nearly seven years ago Joey joined us at Greyhound Gardens. They called him a spook.
He was afraid of everything. Not because he had ever been abused, his trainer truly loved him, but because that was just the way he was wired.
If he were a child, he would be labeled as autistic I’m sure.
Joey made friends with all of the other greyhounds. He was curious about his new humans, but coming closer than ten feet was just to scary.
He adapted to his own routine in his own little world and that is where he lived without variation.
Somedays, it would take us hours just to get him to come inside. But never, ever would he come up to us to get his ears scratched.
And then, two years ago without any warning, he just couldn’t stand it anymore. With the safety of a buddy, he came closer. Soon, the closer was all the way up to us and if we carefully reached over his friend, we could scratch his ears.
Now, seven years later, no matter where we are Joey is there. He even flips our forearms to make sure that he is getting his fair share and more of ear scratches. He has a lot of years to catch up on.


Oh Joey, Joey. You are just one hunk o’ hound dog. So glad to know that you think the same of us.
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Perfect Fall Day


Today was a perfect fall day. Perfect for the hounds to just hang out on the acre.


A perfect day to just watch the clouds float by.


A perfect day to take a nap.


And a perfect day just to catch a few rays.

Lovin’ this fall weather.

All right, what’s going on


I raised two teenage daughters. I am by nature, suspicious.

I didn’t think about it much when I saw these two back by the fence.


Nor did I think very much about it when Jillian accompanied Joey and Slinky back towards the front of the acre.


I was a little curious when they started yapping at each other, wondering what they were chatting about.


But when they started whispering sweet nothings in each others ear, then I became a little suspicious about what happens when I’m not looking.

Oh Joey, Joey


Joey was the last of the puppers to come out and play with Jeff. Joey isn’t new to the gardens, in fact he’s been here for about six years. Jeff walked out to the truck with us the day we brought Joey home.

Joey is special.


When we brought Joey home, he was frightened of everything. Joey lives in a consistent world and does not like change and he wants to call the shots on what does change.

He graciously went up to greet Jeff, something he probably wouldn’t have done a year ago.


And then he merrily went off to play in his own little world.

Oh Joey


Joey, I promise you that we did not forget your birthday yesterday.


Honestly, don’t look at me like that. It’s just, it’s just that there was so much going on. You know, Mother’s Day and all.


But Joey, you will have tons of nice days to run around and celebrate.

Happy 9th birthday Joey!

Confessions


I have a confession to make.


I’m a very shy dog. Don’t even like my own shadow most of the time.


But every once in awhile now, I forget.


I get really curious about everything around me. I like to get my ears scratched.


and I actually lay down and relax for awhile. It only took me five years to do this.

Oh Joey, Joey


Nearly five years ago an extremely shy boy entered our lives. It took us almost four years before he came to us for an ear scratch.


And look at him now. On a cushion in the middle of the living room with me crawling all over trying to get a picture.

Every day is a greyt day for Joey now.

Mom, did you see any ghosts?


Ghost towns sound very scary, did you see any ghosts on your trip? Did you bring any home with you?

No Joey, we didn’t see any ghosts, but there was some promise of seeing them.


The firsts two nights of our road trip we stayed at the Brunswick Hotel in Kingman, Arizona.

Three resident ghosts live there, an older gentleman who died in his room, an unknown woman and a little girl who died in an accident on the stairs. We didn’t get to meet any of them.


There are also tales of a ghost named Eve at the Red Garter Bed and Breakfast. Perhaps she is one of the ladies of the evening that just never left. There was also a murder in the building, a man was murdered on these stairs in the mid-1940s. Ahhh, but we never witnessed any ghosts here either.


Perhaps the closest we got to any ghosts were the ghosts having their last supper in Rhyolite, Nevada.


Or the ghost that rides his bike through the streets at night in Rhyolite.