Brittany blogged about her Greyhounds love of the feather duster. Reading her post immediately brought back memories of Kelly. While most of the Greyhounds I’ve owned have loved the fluffy, puffiness of a feather duster, Kelly took it to the extreme.
While he would have loved to take out the neighbor’s small furries – never achieved, whew! – he did kill more than a couple feather dusters.
His favorite was a fluffy white tail of a duster. It belonged to my mother. We were visiting her house, he had spotting this furry tool, and focused it. We wouldn’t let him have it – it wasn’t his! Then, one day, only the handle was left. Never found the rest. Just a few white tufts stuck to the carpet.
He never let on.
In other news… just back from Bismarck. Attended a planning meeting about a new arts organization in North Dakota. Lots of cool possibilities.
Took Sage with me and he was such a good boy. He waited in the car during the meeting. I’d check on him from time to time and he was peacefully sleeping on the dog bed in the back of the Element. Totally chilled. Good boy, Sage.
Reading Treats, Play, Love by Patricia Gail Burnham. There was a review of this book on the GreytArticles blog – thank goodness, because it inspired me to dig the book out of the must read pile and get to it. I’m enjoying the stories of the author’s Greyhounds – that’s no surprise since it was one of this author’s columns in an old AKC Gazette that started me thinking of Greyhounds in the first place. The book reads quickly, but it is packed with training information. Enjoying this one. Here’s a link if you don’t have it in your collection yet.
Saturday I will be back in the studio. Finishing touches for this upcoming show. All I want to do is make art and hang with my dogs.