Thursday, January 31, 2008
Crummy "luck"
My foster Miles Ahead was neutered on Tuesday and I picked him up from vet's office on Wednesday with the plan for him to travel to his new home on Friday. It is not going to work out that way. Seems Miles had different plans and opened up his abdominal incision today, so back to the vet's office he went. He's going to have to miss his ride north tomorrow and wait for the next transport in 2 weeks. Live and learn.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
You Tube link added today
I just added You Tube video link to my blog, with emphasis on greyhound and animal rescue in general. Enjoy! D
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Try try again. Re-welcome to my world. I will try to post random thoughts on my seeminly random life here. Seems I somehow deleted rather than edited my previous blog. Live and learn. Onward and upward, and all that jazz.
My immediate family consists of my dogs:
Ruby, the 16-year-old Basenji, is still the Queen of Everything here. Her hearing and vision have diminished with age but, heck, welcome to the club. Folks seeing her for the first time think she is much younger don't realize how she has slowed with time. Occasionally she gets lost in the yard, 15 feet away from me. Sometimes she pees inside the house or the Florida room. Now I think this is from disorientation where years ago I'd assume she was doing such things in spite.
Jolly is second in command here. He is about 12 or so years old and recently diagnosed with congestive heart failure. It used to be that Buck the mutt was the other half of my "old couple" but with his passing in March of 2007, Jolly has rose to position of beta position to Ruby's alpha.
A position that would make any old mill dog proud...
Speaking of positions in the pack, then there is Roy. Roy is the bottom of the pack or what is termed the "omega". Neighbors think he is scarey but I am convinced it is only because he is big and he barks... the dogs, all dogs, know differently. Even though 80 pounds, he is a mere blip on the radar screen for most dogs. He's friendly and loving, albeit kinda big and floppy. Every woman who visits here terms Roy as "their boyfriend"... he's that kind of dog.
William is my "puff of smoke". Now you see him, now you don't. The vet guesses his age at about 10 years but a friend with poms, such as he is, thinks he is quite a bit younger. All I know is this little dog is very stealth and I can see how he ultimately ended up in a shelter (and heartworm positive). He probably slipped the grasp or eyesight of his previous owner and spent one too many days and nights outside, ending up heartworm positive. I pulled him from a shelter and I often think of him as my nappy-headed Georgia boy... he was quite a sight when I first got him and very sick. A friend now states he looked very near death when I first arrived home with him. Anyway, his nickname is BarkBark, for all those times he does make his presence known, usually at dinner time.
Speaking of heartworm positive. My latest addition to my family is a greyhound I got from an individual. Seems she kept the dog outside for at least a year. In Florida, without protection, that usually results in heartworms and such was the case with my little girlie. Her racing name was Hurricane Momalaw but I just call her Baby. Who would have thought another female would fit into my pack? Certainly not me and certainly not Ruby, who is usually a grump with other females. The timing must have been right is all I can say... Anyway, my mother used to say that Ginger (Rodgers) my doberman years ago was the most expensive free dog she had ever seen. Well, I think Baby has given Ginger a run for that title, as more than a few bucks were spent restoring her to health too.
Then, I currently have the fastest foster ever here. I am fostering Miles Ahead for Greyhound Pets of America and he's found a forever home, in Virginia. He is going to live with a retired couple and their female greyhound. Sounds pretty perfect to me. By the time he is shipped out on a transport, he will have been with me for all of two weeks. Happy ever after, Miles!
Hopefully, I will be maintaining my blog better in the future. For now, this is me and mine. Thanks for looking! D
My immediate family consists of my dogs:
Ruby, the 16-year-old Basenji, is still the Queen of Everything here. Her hearing and vision have diminished with age but, heck, welcome to the club. Folks seeing her for the first time think she is much younger don't realize how she has slowed with time. Occasionally she gets lost in the yard, 15 feet away from me. Sometimes she pees inside the house or the Florida room. Now I think this is from disorientation where years ago I'd assume she was doing such things in spite.
Jolly is second in command here. He is about 12 or so years old and recently diagnosed with congestive heart failure. It used to be that Buck the mutt was the other half of my "old couple" but with his passing in March of 2007, Jolly has rose to position of beta position to Ruby's alpha.
A position that would make any old mill dog proud...
Speaking of positions in the pack, then there is Roy. Roy is the bottom of the pack or what is termed the "omega". Neighbors think he is scarey but I am convinced it is only because he is big and he barks... the dogs, all dogs, know differently. Even though 80 pounds, he is a mere blip on the radar screen for most dogs. He's friendly and loving, albeit kinda big and floppy. Every woman who visits here terms Roy as "their boyfriend"... he's that kind of dog.
William is my "puff of smoke". Now you see him, now you don't. The vet guesses his age at about 10 years but a friend with poms, such as he is, thinks he is quite a bit younger. All I know is this little dog is very stealth and I can see how he ultimately ended up in a shelter (and heartworm positive). He probably slipped the grasp or eyesight of his previous owner and spent one too many days and nights outside, ending up heartworm positive. I pulled him from a shelter and I often think of him as my nappy-headed Georgia boy... he was quite a sight when I first got him and very sick. A friend now states he looked very near death when I first arrived home with him. Anyway, his nickname is BarkBark, for all those times he does make his presence known, usually at dinner time.
Speaking of heartworm positive. My latest addition to my family is a greyhound I got from an individual. Seems she kept the dog outside for at least a year. In Florida, without protection, that usually results in heartworms and such was the case with my little girlie. Her racing name was Hurricane Momalaw but I just call her Baby. Who would have thought another female would fit into my pack? Certainly not me and certainly not Ruby, who is usually a grump with other females. The timing must have been right is all I can say... Anyway, my mother used to say that Ginger (Rodgers) my doberman years ago was the most expensive free dog she had ever seen. Well, I think Baby has given Ginger a run for that title, as more than a few bucks were spent restoring her to health too.
Then, I currently have the fastest foster ever here. I am fostering Miles Ahead for Greyhound Pets of America and he's found a forever home, in Virginia. He is going to live with a retired couple and their female greyhound. Sounds pretty perfect to me. By the time he is shipped out on a transport, he will have been with me for all of two weeks. Happy ever after, Miles!
Hopefully, I will be maintaining my blog better in the future. For now, this is me and mine. Thanks for looking! D
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