Tundra two – Humor zero

Everyday in Oregon makes me long for Florida. Over and over again.

This morning when we woke up, we woke up to snow, lots of snow on the ground. And it was coming out of the skies like if it didn’t all hit the ground at once, we might not have any snow.

Now I ask you, what is the point of having an acre if you can’t use all of it?

This is the heat wave we were promised today. Oops Mr. Weatherman, missed that one didn’t you?

Pasha, the 12 1/2 year old man is not about to miss anything. He was ready to go out and explore the entire acre. Cold and snowy or not, he still wants to see and smell it all.

Crystal loves to run and play in the snow with the best of them, but even she had the good sense to stay out of the snow flurry.

Now you would think a big brave boy like Flocko would be the one blazing the trail for me, but nope, he followed my around while I searched out the trails in the snow.

And just for reference, here is the greyhound spinner one day later.

The Grinch Stole Oregon

One week ago, I was basking in 80° weather. I was sipping my umbrella drink through a straw, enjoying the warm Florida sand. I thought I had one-up on my kennel buddies, I, Cinderella, was on my way to paradise, to Greyhound Gardens.

Nobody prepared me for my first five days in parad-ice.

Remember the clock from Tuesday? Somewhere below 20°? Well, take a look at today’s weather. We’re having a heatwave, it is officially somewhere below 30°. I’ll report on the heatwave due tomorrow.

It’s insane here. We are still expected to make our daily five trips out to parad-ice. Unbelievable.

So I took a poll amongst the other greyhounds here. Four out of five hounds are pretty sure they can hold it until April. Of course, that is assuming that monsoon season doesn’t float us off to the Pacific.

Here is an example of the one outta five that isn’t afraid to trot off to the ice fields. This is Roxy. She isn’t running ’cause it’s fun. She just wants to get business taken care of and back into a nice warm cushion.

It’s gotta be a senior thing. Roxy is 12.

This is Maddie, she’ll be 13 next month.

And this is Pasha. He’ll be 13 in April. The cold doesn’t seem to phase these guys.

As for me. I can hold it until April. This Rover Reporter for the Greyhound Gazette will post the remaining of my reports from the comforts of my cushion.

Woo Hoo! A snow day

Sunday evening, Blender ventured out for her last run of the evening. She looks out over her acre and is pleasantly surprised to see her acre covered in snow.

Prepared for a romp, Crystal challenges Flocko for the first and perhaps only, snow race of the season.

The next morning, when temperatures had dropped to the low-twenties, Minnie checks out her favorite spot to nap in the sun. She quickly realized that snoozing in the sun just wasn’t a happening thing.

For Pasha, his watering hole was still available, if only for a short time.

Flocko braved the elements to see what he could see.

And Clancy made a mad dash to romp in the sun before it disappeared.

Calling All Bouncees, It’s Better Than You Can Imagine

Pasha is the newest Rover Reporter for the Greyhound Gazette. He writes about his recent experience, a bounce from his first and long-time home.

My good friend Buddy is enjoying his 11th birthday today. We have shared our bouncing stories and agree, what lies ahead is better than what we left behind.

I’ll begin my report with a few definitions.

Bounce, a greyhound that has lived in a home for a week, a month, a year or even 10 years and has been returned to an adoption group. Usually to no fault of their own.

Bouncer, the once loving family that has returned a greyhound to an adoption group or worse, the pound.

Bouncee, the new loving family that has welcomed a previously homed greyhound into their home.

First and formost, the bouncee adopting a bounce has to remember one thing. We’re dogs. We live in the moment and when the end of our leash is handed off, we may not understand and we may be momentarily sad, but really, we live in the moment. Our first concerns are always the same. “Where is my new soft bed, what time is dinner, are the treats good, is the water bottled and how long are you going to scritch my ears ‘cause they really itch?”

I’m sure that my recent experience is not unique, but good grief, I challenge any of my fellow bounces to out do me.

The bouncers really hadn’t said much, but I knew something was up. I observed my bed, my bowls, my stuffies and a brown paper bag. It wasn’t like the boxes that the bouncers were using to pack their goodies. My brown paper bag and I loaded up in the car for a ride and I was scared. When the car stopped, I was greeted by two excentric ladies, I’ll call them the double s’s.

They acted as if they had known me forever and I as thinking holy dog crap, what is this all about?

The two eccentric ladies that Pasha lovingly refers to as the s’s…
Sucker and Softee.

And then, the end of my leash went to one of the s’s and I follwed her to the biggest yard ever and then, she took off my leash. The next thing I know, this hot chic named Foxy Roxy came running out to greet me. Everything started looking up.

I found myself following a million smells. I couldn’t even identify all of them. I was walking forever. I hardly had time to say good-bye to the bouncers, out of the corner of my eye I witnessed them leaving, they looked sad, but oh well!

After a bit more smelling, I was feeling a tad exhausted and ready for my bed. Into the house we went. I was quite pleased to see a ramp in place of the stairs. I’m not a youngster anymore and at this stage of the game everything helps.

Imagine my surprise when I walk into the bouncee’s house and I see millions of dog beds all over the place. I could lay anywhere I wanted.

But then I got an even bigger surprise, there were enough greyhounds to fill up all of those millions of beds! I was an only child before I came here, but in the “live in the moment” spirit, I greeted everyone with a cold nose up their butt and a wag of my tail. I am a Greyhound Garden Hound dog.

Everything else is either history or a mystery yet to be solved. My new job that lies ahead of me includes the day-to-day duties, keeping the cushion on the floor, making sure the meals are served on time and tasty, and training the s’s about my ever-ending need for ear scritches.

To all of you potential bouncees, I have three words for you, “Go for it.”

Please join me in sending my new friend Buddy a very happy birthday roo.

Pasha is starting his new life at the bed ‘n’ bowl. At 12.5 years old,
his family
could no longer keep him. He knows he has a lot of time and
love left to give.
He will be the new spokeshound for the “Bring home a bounce”
campaign. His
position was previously held by Gracie, Cleo and Barbie.

Welcome Our Sweet Boy

Pasha • Valley Shylock

We made a promise to three very sweet girls, and just this week, we kept our promise once again.

Gracie joined us when she was 11 years old, she’d been in a home for several years and yet because of her momma’s crazy hours, she didn’t seem happy. We loved her with all our hearts and she in turn loved us. 14 months later she left us after cancer sadly took her away.

Cleo came to us at 10 years old, just one week after Gracie left. Cleo had been in her home for many years and again, returned. Diagnosed with cancer, Cleo left us two years after joining us. She wasn’t to sure at first about having so many brothers and sisters, but she adapted and was such a sparkle in our lives.

Barbie had been left at the Humane Society when she was 10 years old. Again, she left her home of many years to become a Greyhound Garden hound. 14 months after her arrival, we lost her to cancer.

The three girls have so much in common. Their arrivals were greeted with excitement and happiness and a feeling that they had been with us from the very beginning and all three left us much sooner than what we hoped for. We also gave them a promise, that if another double-digit greyhound needed a home, we would open our hearts and our home. The reasons they lost their home really didn’t matter, it only matters that they a place with plenty of love to come to.

On Sunday, Nov. 2, Pasha became a Greyhound Garden dog. He’s 12 1/2 years old and he’s fabulous. His family was moving out of state and were afraid the move would be to hard on him. As I write this, he’s laying down on a cushion beside my desk and very content.