Of course we went to the dog park…
As small towns go, Bowman is okay. It has its share of rumors and people talking and goldfish-bowl living. That’s the way it goes. With that comes people helping when your tire goes flat, showing up for funerals, bringing casseroles (hotdish!) at important times, waving as they pass you on the street. But people talk and it will come around eventually. Still strange when it is your turn in the rumor mill.
“Someone in town has really tall dogs and they are SO skinny – she’s not feeding them!” Ah. Yeah. What Greyhound owner hasn’t heard this one? These hounds eat just fine, thank you. Nope, they are supposed to be thin. Greyhounds. Nope, not Great Danes. Perfectly normal. Built for Speed. Yes, aerodynamic. Thanks for your concern.
If they only knew how I torture my dogs…
And put the chunk on his head.
And photographed him with an I’m not impressed look on his face.
And posted it on the internets for all the world to see.
I’m a good doggy Mom. Honest.
All three of my Greyhounds are working dogs. Not working as in “fill the soup pot” but working as in model. Be Greyhoundy. Be cooperative with inspection. With being measured and looked at. They all love to model and are very willing to let me poke and prod them, move them around, or measure their parts with calipers or a tape measure.
Winchester, being seven years old, has the most experience. Plus Annie and Sage are still into running and playing hard. They know the dog park is running. Winchester has other ideas. When the camera comes out, Winchester poses.
And poses. “Look At ME!” He’ll walk in front of other dog’s shots, butting in on others attention. Which is why today was so unique…
Because someone else is beginning to horn into Winchester’s shot.
More than enough SD cards to go around guys…
Out of the blue, this book, Keefer : The People’s Choice by Leslie A. Wootten, arrived in my mailbox. Trouble is… this happened awhile ago… and I’m just getting around to thanking Nick and Debbie Hunseder for this wonderful gift for my Greyhound library. Thank you so much! I must apologize for my tardiness…
Read it cover to cover when it arrived. As the title implies, the book follows the rise of Keefer’s career. Well written book. Like you’re right there. Plus Keefer was my late Kelly’s grand-sire – so that was cool too!
Thanks again, Nick and Debbie! Ear scritches and belly rubs to your pack of lucky sundogs.
The greyhounds are loving it! I’ve been working up the distance – watching those Greyhound feet for signs of wear – riding that line between providing a workout, but not over doing it. Let the hound set the pace. Sage, especially, is loving this new activity.
Yes I wear a helmet, Mom.
It isn’t so clear in this photo – I have a Springer attached to this bike. It allows me to keep both hands on the handle bars while still obeying the leash law. All three greyhounds picked up on what to do right away. I want them to sustain a trot and after a bit of encouragement they figured this out quickly.
And how about this bike? It’s smokin! Feel like I should be wearing a poodle skirt and horned rimmed glasses as I ride. But it’s got the two things that I wanted in a bike for this endeavor: foot brakes and short enough frame that I can put my feet down and touch nearly flatfooted. Oh, and the Springer thing had to fit on it.
Haven’t owned a Huffy since 1982. Cool.
I take a bunch of photos, and while I enjoy it immensely, I don’t know much beyond the basic photography class I took in college. I would like to learn more. Mostly my method is take a lot and delete many.
I keep a file for strange expressions on dog faces. Like this one:
Here’s another from that same dog park session:
Probably dogs playing – Spoo barking to get Sage to run. I love the strange story shots.
A couple of months ago, I began to make plans to attend the Greyhound Club of America’s National Specialty show in Lompoc, California. This is the big Greyhound exhibition in the US for the year. And the plan was to take Annie and Sage along.
Normally, the end of July is full-on, Dewey Beach-Greyhounds Reach the beach preparation-mode. By August I’m a demon – pretty much need my food and water slid through a hole in the studio door – who takes the time to eat? Really, I’m not fit for human companionship until the half of the “to do” list has been completed. By that time, the summer is gone and I’m left wondering where it went. Off I go making the annual pilgrimage to Delaware over Columbus day. And then it”s November. Just like that.
I wanted to try something a little different. Could I get all my work done to prepare for Dewey Beach AND make a trip to California? I’m happy to report the “To do” list is looking pretty good. The stress level is holding to a minimum… even though it’s a mere 62 days to Greyhounds Reach the Beach. 62 days! Eeek!
The California trip was wonderful. And hard. But really good. Met fabulous and generous people including the couple from whom I got Annie and Sage and Gus’s Mom (Annie and Sage’s brother) – better people can’t be found. Put faces with names. Watched Sage as strutted his stuff around the dog show ring. Tried to bring out the best of my sweet Annie girl when she did the same. Laughed as Annie realized that those fast plastic bags would be fun to chase – and as Annie and Sage jumped from bed to bed in the motel room.
The hounds were great in the car and handled the long trip with all the new stimuli nicely. I also realized that my Greyhounds are very, very spoiled – and that I’m not always doing them any favors by making their lives so easy. As I was lamenting this on the drive home, my Mom told me emphatically, “See raising kids isn’t so easy!” 🙂
It’s good to be home. Tired. The summer cold I picked up along the way is leaving and the routine is going back to normal. Now to plan the trip to the other coast…
The trip to California is planned. Two dogs and a Mom and a bit of art work in a Honda Element – google maps says 1,555 miles. Wahoo!
So I make a list of things to pack. I know what I need to set up the artwork. But traveling with dogs… that is where I begin to feel concern. I want to be prepared. So I have been shopping. I hate buying stuff that I will not use.
These crates look awesome!? Two would fit so perfectly in the back of the Element. But would wire be better? They would rattle, I would think…
So time for a give away! Here is your question:
“What is your favorite item you have purchased for your dog(s)?”
Please, one entry per person. No entries after 9:00 pm Pacific Time Sunday, July 25. Winner will be chosen at random. I’ll announce the winner on Monday morning. Have a great weekend!
The Greyhounds could care less.
Greyhounds are creative dogs. If the Chuckit! doesn’t appeal as a tennis ball propulsion device, it may have other uses – like a back scratcher. Sage was game for this.