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A break in the weather

By On December 7, 2010 In Living with Greyhounds With 6 Comments Permanent Link to A break in the weatherPermalink

After days of cold and snow, the weather warmed enough for a trip to the dog park. By warmed, I mean around 28 degrees F.

20 degrees seems to be the tipping point as far as weather warm enough for the dog park – if we get weather warmer than that with NO wind – whoo hoo! Dog park we go.

Winchester Greyhound running in the snow

The Greyhounds love to run. They know where there going as soon as we turn north on the road to the dog park.

Sage Greyhound rolling in the snow

Sage, especially, loves the snow. Winchester and Annie pretend it doesn’t exist, but Sage rolls and rubs himself in it.

Sage Winchester and Annie running in the snow

The snow doesn’t hamper their running and playing as long as it is soft and powdery. When it thaws a bit, then freezes again it gets a coat of ice on the top. The ice, not the temperature, will hamper our dog park trips. Ice slices Greyhound feet.

Annie Greyhound running in the snow

But till then, they run.

Winchester Greyhound gets hot

Until they are panting.

Annie and Winchester Greyhound play bowing in the snow

Then play some more.

Sage Greyhound running through the snow

Best part of the day!

Annie Sage and Winchester smiling in the snow

A frosty morning

By On December 6, 2010 In Life in North Dakota, Living with Greyhounds With 2 Comments Permanent Link to A frosty morningPermalink

Winter has descended on North Dakota. Most of October and most of November were beautiful, fall-filled. The more fall, the less winter. Hurray!

Annie Greyhound sniffing the winter air

Sunday morning was frosty as ever. The Greyhounds are getting used to the cold again and Annie was happy to be outside as I unloaded the smoke firing cans. The air is crisp and cold. I was happy to get this photo of her sniffing the slight breeze.

Frosty tree branches against a blue sky

Everything was covered with frost and the sky was foggy and cold… till the sun came out. Sunday was a beautiful winter day.

Winchester Greyhound sleeping in a sunbeam

Winchester, on the other hand, is happy to stay inside. Sage had the choice sunbeam next to the glass door, but Winchester found an able substitute.

Sage Greyhound looking through deck railingWhen Sage did come outside, he played with Annie till it was ready to go in. He peeked through the deck railing as I unloaded the smoke cans.

Smoke fired Greyhound dogHere’s one of the smoke-fired small sculptures from this weekend’s firing. More photos on Facebook.

Torture.

By On September 19, 2010 In Living with Greyhounds With 14 Comments Permanent Link to Torture.Permalink

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…

Poor Sage. I’m slightly obsessed with putting things on my dogs’ heads. So when he tore off a chunk of his new sheepskin bed I thought, “Chinese Crested Greyhound”.

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.

Modeling.

By On September 14, 2010 In Living with Greyhounds With 9 Comments Permanent Link to Modeling.Permalink

front view standing brindle greyhound dog 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.

standing brindle greyhound profile

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.

Standing brindle Greyhound dog profile

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…

Standing brindle greyhound with white dog in background

Because someone else is beginning to horn into Winchester’s shot.

More than enough SD cards to go around guys…

What are they thinking?

By On August 11, 2010 In Living with Greyhounds With 1 Comment Permanent Link to What are they thinking?Permalink

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:

Brindle Greyhound running with teeth exposedGo, Winchester, Go! My favorite part? The exposed pink inside his ears. So Vicious! So Pretty!

How about this one?Greyhounds and Poodle playingAnnie bouncing for joy. The Spoo mouthing Sage’s neck – trying to get him to run so the Spoo can chase. And Sage with one eye open, one closed?

Here’s another from that same dog park session:

Poodle and greyhound share intimate momentSpoo checking Sage’s breath? A romantic moment between Spoo and Sage with a jealous Winchester looking on?

Probably dogs playing – Spoo barking to get Sage to run. I love the strange story shots.

We came and went.

By On August 5, 2010 In Living with Greyhounds With 2 Comments Permanent Link to We came and went.Permalink

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…

High Grass.

By On July 7, 2010 In Living with Greyhounds With No Comments Permanent Link to High Grass.Permalink

Greyhound rolling in the grassHow is your summer, Sage? Are you enjoying rolling in the grass?

Greyhound dog rolling in the grassEven when it makes you sneeze? Doesn”t it smell good? Makes a dog want to roll, doesn”t it?

Greyhound dog rolling in the grassRub that spot on your back….

Greyhound dog rolling in the grassAhhh, much better.

Waiting for the kiln

By On July 6, 2010 In Art making With 1 Comment Permanent Link to Waiting for the kilnPermalink

Up past my bed time, waiting for the kiln to shut off. The big runner coming out of the wall is in the kiln. Might head to bed and set the alarm for midnight. The kiln is computerized. Even so, I prefer to check on it. Just to make sure.

Looking around the studio — there are piles of tiles ready to glaze. Several new tile designs for Greyhounds are drying. Sculptures in various stages of finished. It feels very good.

There is a Saluki tile design on the drawing table. I worked out, then discarded, a Borzoi design. Wouldn”t it be nice to have tile designs for all the sighthounds?

I keep yawning. Think I will set the alarm. I’ll leave with a photo of Sage – he”s found a new way of relaxing on the couch. Silly boy. Isn”t he wonderful?

 

As the fireworks rage

By On July 4, 2010 In Living with Greyhounds With 4 Comments Permanent Link to As the fireworks ragePermalink

The Greyhounds could care less.

Black Greyhound sleeps as fireworks boomUnlike many, many dogs who hate, hate, hate fireworks. These guys don”t care at all.

Brindle greyhound sleeping on rugWell, that”s not exactly correct. They were pretty interested in what the neighbor dogs were making all the fuss about – bark, bark, bark. But that wore off quickly.

Old Apollo like many dogs – tortured by the booms of the fireworks. Thank goodness these guys don”t care. So much easier and less stressful for everyone.

The new guy.

By On June 10, 2010 In Art making With 3 Comments Permanent Link to The new guy.Permalink

clay sculpture dog greyhoundMeet the new guy. He’s pretty new at this point.

clay sculptureHe was chopped up today. Bit by bit and hollowed out, then reassembled. Tomorrow he meets a new fate.

Sage stayed in the studio for most of the day. Unusual. He is so good when I take the calipers to his head to measure. Barely wakes up.

In more studio news, the part for the newer kiln arrived. Hurray. Frank is going to bake soon.

Chuck it part 2.

By On May 25, 2010 In Living with Greyhounds With 1 Comment Permanent Link to Chuck it part 2.Permalink

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.


But Annie found new delight in this toy.


“Ahhhh…..”

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