by James Brush
Category: Pets
The adventures of greyhounds and cats around the house.
It’s important to provide an animal with a stimulating environment.
Here we see Simon in the house cat’s natural habitat surrounded by Scotch and good old Dickens. The finer things are all they ask, really.
Now that my hosting issue is resolved, I can blog again! Here’s last Friday’s Hound Blogging on Monday. Who says Monday must be all bad?
There’s something fishy about that new lens. Joey trusts it even less than a regular one.
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Simon hasn’t been on the blog in awhile. He tends to scratch it and then try to knock it over onto the dogs. Besides, I worry he might go for all the birds.
Still, he let me take a picture of him and his spirit the other day. Maybe it’s his daemon, but then it probably wouldn’t look like him. He’s still trying to come up with an explanation for this obvious supernatural occurence.
Update: Be sure to visit Simon’s fellow felines at the 194th Carnival of the Cats at Bad Kitty Cats.
Over the years, shy Daphne and has become more doglike. Over Thanksgiving she surprised everyone. My in-laws came and brought their two puppies, (Special Guest Pups) Henry and Lucy. Henry is the little(er) one…
While Joey watched suspiciously and stayed out of the way (it’s hard to see exactly what those little things zipping around all the way down there are) and Phoebe slept, it was Daphne who bounced around and played – yes, played – with the puppies.
She chased ‘em, she dropped at ‘em, she even grabbed a toy and attacked it to show what she’s capable of.
Daphne. Played. With a toy.
It’s hard to believe this is the same dog I once had to pick up and carry (all 55 pounds of her) to the backyard to do her business.
Greyhounds carry baggage heavier than most dogs. It’s good to see Daphne leaving more and more of it behind.
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“‘Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog’s honest bark
Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home;
‘Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark
Our coming, and look brighter when we come.”
– Lord Byron, “A Friendly Welcome”
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Joey got his tooth sharpened cleaned today, which also meant a nice car ride along I-35, listening to the audiobook version of Frank McCourt’s Teacher Man. He seemed to enjoy the ride and the entertainment, though there wasn’t enough eating or peeing on trees in the book to hold his attention for long.
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Halloween came and went without too many trick-or-treaters. Captain Joey gave up barking halfway through the night while not-so-wicked witch Phoebe watched from the couch.
Daphne wouldn’t come out until after I took off her costume. Then, she started coming to the door. She knows when she’s being made the fool…
For some other costumed greyhounds, check out Kelso as the big bad wolf disguised as Grandma, and Long Nose as Super Greyhound.
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Yes, you read that right. Weekend Hound Blogging is no more. Long live Friday Hound Blogging. I join my friends George and Fred (and every other blogger, it seems) in celebrating the hounds (and sometimes Simon) on Fridays. Weekend blogging is just not what I’m into as longtime reader(s?) of this blog have surely noticed by the dearth of Weekend Hound Blogging of late.
So, for today, Joey prowls the backyard sporting a fine combover ear.
The tree on the left was of interest to Daphne on Wednesday night. She went out around the witching hour and started barking at the tree. Three barks, which brings her lifetime bark total up to ten. She was bouncing around the base of the tree. I’m assuming she treed a possum or a raccoon, although she claims it was an Orc bearing the mark of the white hand.
And, happy adoption day to Phoebe who celebrated her second year with us on Monday by getting her nose bitten when she stepped on Daphne while Daphne was sleeping. I guess what goes around comes around, but it was nothing a bit of H2O2 couldn’t cure.
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A year ago today, the big guy came to us strung out on tranquilizers and convinced that ceiling fans were evil and dangerous.
He’s turned into a great and happy dog.
And a bit of a fat greyhound, if truth be told.
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