Earlier this week I eluded to a special visitor coming to see the twins.
The story starts something like this. Years ago, after fostering between 60 and 70 greyhounds, I wanted to see what the racing side of greyhounds was all about. What better way than to own my own dog. A racing kennel outside of Portland that also bred greyhounds took a chance on two nutty women and sold us our first racing greyhound.
That single purchase gave us perhaps some the dearest friends we have ever had. They are the people that make racing a good thing. They love every one of their racers as much as if not more than most pet people do. And their dogs are treated with the kindness and respect that some pets will never have.
So, there were two fawn sisters that had retired, but Paul loved. They were his retired pets. When it came time for Paul and Nancy to move the racing kennel to Alabama, Paul asked if we would take the two girls, because more important than anything else, Paul wanted to know where they were going, he wanted them to stay together because even in the racing kennel, they were side by side and he wanted to see pictures.
Three years ago, with much sadness in his heart, Paul handed over Jillian and Slinky’s leashes to us.
Three years ago.
Of course, Paul has seen a million pictures of his girls, but they have only had Karen and I. When I got a call that Paul and Nancy would be in Oregon for a couple of days, we were ecstatic and I was fairly certain the girls would crawl out of their skins when they saw Paul.
Of course, the girls were excited to see Nancy.
But they just could not get enough of Paul. They knew him the minute they got to the back door.
By the way, Paul had to wait ten minutes before he could see them because Timber insisted on being admired first.
Paul couldn’t move. And later that evening after Paul and Nancy had gone, it was so sad to watch the girls run out the back door to see if he was still there.
We had two happy girls. I have no doubt that they love us, but the bond between two retired racers and their trainer is so awesome.
Well, that was until he went to trim their toenails. It took them a little while to forgive him for that.
Some days it feels like we have just one dog. The red head. Having a pack of greyhounds has always been so easy. They took turns. Timber likes to be front and center for attention. This photo represents him so well.
Saturday was beautiful and we made another flying trip out to the coast. We landed at our favorite beach and I got this wild hair to go over to the dunes. Yes, the ones in the distance. They don’t look that far away, but they are probably a little over a mile.
Once we arrived at the dunes, part of Cape Kiwanda, Karen and Timber looked back to see how far we had come. That parking lot was a long way away.
They wondered how far they were going to have to hike up, when I said the top… they said “think again.”
OK, so even half way to the top Timber looked stunning.
The sunset was near perfect I have ever seen. However, during the best part, Timber faced the sunset, not me.
He was a total nutcase, every time he stopped, he fanned out his toes and dug them into the sand.
The colors chased us in the sand all the way back to the parking lot.
Remember the story about how the wife complained and complained of leaky faucets? And really, their was no excuses because she was married to a plumber but he could never get around to fixing them. Well, my guys have recently fallen victim to the same thing.
I think I have mentioned ad nauseum my desire to become a pet photographer. I love it and it truly makes my heart go pitter patter, but scrambling to build a business and work full time has a few consequences.
My time is spent photographing other dogs like Major. Oh, be still my beating heart.
Or this adorable little guy, Charlie the cockatoo.
Some of my time is taken up volunteering my photography. When my daughter asked me how I could handle going to the shelter to photograph the dogs, I simply told her that our dogs bring us so much pleasure, this is the best way for me to give that joy back and hopefully help get these guys into homes.
My heart will always belong to the greyhounds and I volunteer with them as much as I can.
I do as much as I can with the assistance dogs. The litter is growing up quickly.
And the day I came home smelling like a cat? Not a pretty picture, I was snubbed.
Another week-end is upon us. Happy Saturday Pet Blog Hop!
Two weeks ago we went out to the coast for the sunset. For a brief time, it was beautiful and the the light suddenly died. I was still having fun and decided it was time to experiment a little bit. Would it be possible to catch Timber running?
I had them run one way, and then I had them run the other.
That wasn’t enough, so I had them run back. Again and again and again.
This is what they looked like by the time I finally let them off of the hook. Not so much pep in their step. Who would have thought running in wet sand could be tiring?
We’ve been incommunicado for a really good reason. If you’ve been looking for the red head, you’ll be happy to know that he has been enjoying some R & R on the sunny side of the state.
It’s a pretty big deal for Karen and I to take a vacation. Between getting the same time off and boarding the dogs, we usually only get away once every two or three years together. Vacationing in Sunriver, Oregon was never even on the horizon. We were looking at a couple of different road trips. When Timber got sick, we weren’t even sure we would be able to get away. Then, we had to find a place with a kitchen so that we could keep the red head’s tube feedings going and Sunriver, Oregon had the perfect place.
We found the perfect little cabin that had accommodations fit for a king and queen.
And Mr. T loved being the center of attention.
I’m sure that most people take their Cuisinart on vacation with them, it was a necessity. So much so that the minute we got to the cabin we realized that we forgot kibble for Crystal. What kind of dog mommies are we?
We found an amazing pet food store in Bend, Pet Food Express. They were so helpful. We explained to them about Timber and everything we were going through. They opened up a bag of food and offered Timber a bite of Stella and Chewys Duck, Duck, Goose. Timber absolutely loved it as he at bite after bite.
To say the least, we were beyond thrilled thinking we had found a winner. See that bag back there, solid gold I tell you. That is about one day of food for a growing baby borzoi… $30. But hey, we are desperate. So we bought a few bags and took them home. He ate a some more after we got home and we called the store back to have them hold some more. We hopped back into the car and drove back to Bend and bought them out of their Duck, Duck, Goose.
The next day Timber looked at the food like we were trying to poison him. He grazed on it the rest of the vacation, but he sure never took after it like he did that first day. We finally did figure out a system to make the tube feeding easier
Sunriver has miles and miles of walking and biking trails. Timber and Crystal could hardly wait for their walkies. One of the things that made me so nervous about the trip was Timber’s lack of leash behavior. Not only has he pulled Karen right off of her feet, he’s given me at least an addition 2 inches in length in my arms. I was really worried about walking him everyday, but he was awesome.
I knew Crystal would be perfect because she always has been and Timber rose to the occasion, we just could not have asked for a better boy.
The cabin had a king size bed and Timber was pretty sure they put it in there for him. He loved that bed. Most evenings Timber went to bed early just so that he could get his half out of the middle.
It was such a relaxing vacation. It really was about Timber… eating, walking, sleeping and repeating.
An update to the barium study, as of 5 pm tonight, the barium is lingering is his colon. The doc said she had never seen it do this before, so tomorrow morning we go in for more x-rays to see if it is moving. Tonight he had a total of 74 x-rays. On Wednesday we are scheduled with a specialist in Portland.
I missed the Pet Blog Hop last week, so glad to be back.