Walking Greyhounds

Hello, Sunbeam

February 24, 2012
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Hello, Sunbeam

My morning started at 6:45 a.m. with Tanner, my foster greyhound who is recuperating from a broken leg, stealing my slippers.  That means it’s time to feed the beasts.  I staggered into the kitchen to mix various foods and medications for 3 dogs, according to their needs and conditions.  After eating I let them out, again monitoring who goes when, due to Tanner’s leg injury.  Can’t let him and alpha Alex out at the same time because they will play too rough. While Mike takes the dogs for a morning walk, I vacuum all floors (due to the dogs),...

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Tanner Puts His Foot Down

January 21, 2012
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Tanner Puts His Foot Down

              Tanner is my foster with the broken leg.  His hock was shattered racing in Mexico.  Consequently, he had surgery to put in a metal plate and fuse the bone.  He came out of the hospital with a splint and extremely limited activity.  He had to be crated at all times, except to go outside to relieve himself. After 5 weeks, the splint came off and he was left with a slightly open wound that was healing.  He had to be in a head cone for a week to stop him from licking...

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The Neighbor and the Deer

December 4, 2011
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The Neighbor and the Deer

I usually take the dogs out for a long neighborhood walk at least once a day, teaching them to stay off people’s lawns and frequent the leaf and yard debris in the street gutter for sniffing and marking. A while back we were making the rounds, when we came upon an elderly lady sitting on her front porch.  There was a younger woman doing work in the yard.  As we neared, the lady pointed at us and said, “Oh look.  There’s a deer.  I haven’t seen a deer around here ever.”    The woman in the yard asked if the...

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Learning to Treasure

November 27, 2011
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Learning to Treasure

  Today was the Sunday after Thanksgiving. Husband Mike was up, getting ready to take resident greyhounds Ava and Alex on a morning romp with their Sunday morning playgroup.  Lucky, our latest foster, had a sore foot from a misstep yesterday so, knowing we wouldn’t be able to hold him back from running with the hounds and risking further aggravation, I told Mike to go on without us and I would just give Lucky a walk around the neighborhood and work on his leash manners. The neighborhood streets of Sacramento seemed quiet in the damp, grey and foggy morning...

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