Sometimes Joey has to growl when the others get too close while he’s sleeping, but sometimes, he shares. Phoebe knows what a privilege this is and so she remains very very still.
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by James Brush
Tag: greyhounds
Hey, Simon, watch where you’re pointing that thing.
(Yes, we will go for the low joke here at Coyote Mercury.)
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The pups are tired today and don’t feel like starring in the blog. Instead, they direct you to a recent article on CNN.com about people who save the lives of greys and how those greys help save the lives of other dogs:
A group of 55 greyhounds rescued after a life of racing are helping to save more canine lives with the donation of their blood.
The dogs, most owned by professors, technicians and students at the Ohio State University veterinary school, visit the school several times a year to give blood.
Greyhounds represent the bulk of the donors, and with good reason because they typically have a universal blood type that any dog can receive.
Greyhounds also have big neck veins that make drawing blood easy, said veterinarian Guillermo Couto, who works with the animal blood donor program at OSU.
They have big hearts too.
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Using only cuteness to communicate, Daphne requests dinner and, perhaps, a lick of ale.
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Phoebe in phine phorm in phront of the phisheye phlens.
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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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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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