While we were enjoying Thanksgiving at Grandma's house in Grayson County, VA we also picked up our Christmas tree. I could see for miles and miles, but the wind almost blew me away! Click on the play icon above to start the slideshow.
From The LADY: What am I thankful for this year? The person who dumped Maggie. If Maggie's prior owner hadn't gotten rid of her, we never would of met her. Many people involved in dog rescue spend a good deal of energy hating the other people who abandon their dogs. But I've never gotten caught up in that kind of thinking. When we were involved in Greyhound Rescue groups, I never jumped on board with the people who bashed the greyhound racing industry. Without greyhound races, we never would have owned our two greyhounds.
I don't approved of how Maggie was dumped. I don't approve of how the greyhound industry produces thousands of unwanted dogs when they no longer win races. But I appreciate how these problems resulted in an opportunity to love. I am thankful for someone else's problem, because it feels so good to fix it. I am thankful for second chances, everywhere.
Doggie Halloween costumes were really expensive, so by making our own last month we saved $50. This was enough money in our paws to buy these cozy coats from Petco. We couldn't find any collars or leashes to match, so our lady made some for us. Grosgrain ribbon is very strong, especially if you double it. Two leashes and two collars were made for the cost of one collar from the specialty shops. Greyhound lovers, hold your concerns regarding Sofie's non-Martingale collar. She is only taking super slow walks on the leash to the mailbox these days.
Note from the LADY: Hooray! For three months, I encouraged Maggie to like her crate. She received treats and rubs there. I sat on the floor and read next to it, while she relaxed inside her crate. I gave her a luxurious cushion and super-sized it, so she wouldn't feel confined. Still, there was no way she would go into her crate without a good amount of convincing. Finally, this weekend I was walking down the hall, and I noticed that she was laying in her crate without being asked.
We've decided that Sofie's walks need to come to an end. She is really frail, and we walk with our lady to the stop sign, but that's all. Sophie's been to the vet, and everything checks out o.k. Getting old isn't for sissies, I've heard. Because we don't want to leave Sophie we haven't been around the block very much. For fun, we go for rides in the car. I don't miss my exercise at all. But My lady said we'll need to start our walks again soon.
...this time change thing is a bunch of hooey. I had to wait an extra hour before my people decided to start the day. And now is the worst part. My breakfast arrives an hour later, too. This stinks. The citizens of the great states of Hawaii and Arizona sure are smart. They leave their breakfast time ALONE!!!
I originally saw this posted on, Iwantmorepuppies [my Twitter friend's] blog. Enjoy!
Look at that. I should be given an award for patience. I have 20 more days of ear drops to go. I know that sometimes it takes more than one try to fix something. I'm hoping that my ear infection will only need two tries.
News flash, but I'm sure this is no surprise. My infection in my ear has returned. It's just in one side this time. I now have to get medicine for 21 days. Let me also add that I hate going to the Vet's office. As soon as I walk through the door, I start to shake. I hate the smell. I hate the sound of dogs and cats baying in the back. I hate what happens there. I get weighed and poked. Once, while at the Vet's, they made me fall asleep and when I woke up, I was missing most of my teeth. That is so RUDE.
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