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How wonderful that you are even thinking about adoption...it is a wonderful way to honour him and all the goodness in him.

Brooke has Pannus and the sun doesn't seem to bother her at all...in fact one of her favourite activities is laying in the sun. We pay $47 for a small bottle though Here she is on Sunday at the beach...another favourite activity is digging in the sand.

Beautiful pups...I'm glad they're getting along ok without Frankie and Fiona...I still feel really badly for you but hopefully Hip Hop and Janie Bug (who have really cute names too) are helping.

Cute pups...welcome. How old are your snakes? Do they live longer in captivity...just curious because I'm definately not a snake person. I'm just a dog person.

Welcome back! Lovely pics of your current pups. I'm so sorry for your loss of Xena.

Our greys go where ever they wish...sometimes in the great room, on the landing on the stairs, at the top of the stairs, in the office, in the bedroom, in the walk-in closet...you get the idea. I have no idea why they choose one location over another Why do you crate him?

it's very beautiful

Glad Pogo is ok

What a beauftiful tribute to Cash. I'm so sorry

How sad, hopefully she's not dehydrated. I agree with a playdate, but it sounds as if she's too weak.

Humans who suffer with tmj pain are in agony. I wonder if his mouth was opened wide for a long period of time and the muscles around the joint are sore. Here's hoping Sid feels better soon Judy. I'm so saddened for you for having to deal with this.

I can add this...yesterday Ben and I went for a walk and he led me over to a bush...the neighbours outdoor cat was sitting there. His ears perked up, he looked at it and walked away showing no real interest even though the cat was outside. I'm not sure if he would have chased it, but it's highly unlikely. He definately wasn't stalking it, just curious. Our greys have all has the run of the house, no muzzles, no baby gates. No food is left out while we're not home, we do take necessary precautions, but our list is the same as Gazehund's above. We've never dealt with separtion anxiety, damage of any kind, getting into the trash, etc. We dog sit Robin-w's hounds and they are just the same, no damage, no muzzles, no trouble at all. When it's Brooke or Ben's time to leave us, there will be another grey who needs a home and we will need to fill that hole in our heart, not to replace them, but to honour them. Bailey and Brooke are very different and I love Brooke just as much as I loved and continue to love Bailey. Bailey took a piece of my heart with her and Brooke added a piece to it so that over time my heart began to heal. I'm sure if you work with a group, they will find the perfect hound for you. I have been so tempted many times by greys needing homes on GT and I'm sure that there is a very special one that needs a loving home. Our pups would think they lived in heaven if they had an acre of land. I know how much pain I was in when Bailey left us, I felt like I could hardly breathe at times, I was barely functioning and grieved deeply. But I know it's possible to love and grieve at the same time, just follow your heart.

I don't know exactly what vaccines they get, whatever our vet gives them...I do have documentation at home. I do know that we travel to the US with the pups at least 3 x per year but do not get the same vaccinations as Summer (listed above). This was the first year we used Advantix when we went to GIG, we never use a tick preventative, nor have we ever found a tick on them. Ben and Brooke travel with us every where (all of our greys have since 2004) but have not contracted anything serious, even from a squirrel scratch or feast of rabbit poop, nor reacted to any vacines. Please note our vet explains what and why they get the vacines that they do and it sounds quite reasonable to me, which is why I responded this way in the first line.

Kelly, I'm so sorry to hear of your loss...I shed tears knowing how much you loved him but couldn't win this battle with this insidious disease.

I'm so sorry for your loss..you were so blessed to spend 11 years with her...such a beauty

Oh, what a sweet memory. When we first adopted Ben he would collect my boots and take them to his bed.

Wow, your hound is beyond terrified...I'd certainly give medication a try. Poor baby.

I'm so sorry you have to face this alone. I'm hoping you'll continue to post and stay here on GT. It's a wonderful, caring community of people who understand and support others here at a moment's notice.

You got it and

Wow, what a difference a week makes...you guys must be estatic! I'm so glad you came here for advice...let the celebrations begin and thanks for sharing the good news eta: advice for Clever, not the babies...you did good in that department already

Listen to JJNg...she's an expert and always gives greyt advice I'm not sure if this was mentioned, but dogs live in the moment so if you think Bo is sulking away, he may be picking up on your feelings. If Jim was still upset, Bo would be reacting to Jim's feelings, not any particular incident. He sounds like a wonderful loving greyhound but it takes time and patience. Dogs need to know what is expected of them, and you need to help him with that. Praise and treat for good behaviour, find a good behaviourist if necessary and remain calm and relaxed around him.

my dh and I have always agreed on this. We will always adopt another grey to honour the memory of Bailey. Brooke did not replace Bailey, she was our way of honouring Bailey and a testament to our broken heart that was broken and empty, but quickly filled with love again. Our hearts are huge and there's lots of room for more, no one will be replaced though, we just continue to fill up our heart. Only you will know when that time is right. It's a very lovely pic.

My condolences to all those who knew and loved Sugar. She will be missed but not forgotten.

wonderful news thanks for sharing

Kathleen Gilly's article may help. This breed has never been asked to do anything for itself, make any decisions or answer any questions. It has been waited on, paw and tail. The only prohibition in a racing Greyhound's life is not to get into a fight----------------or eat certain stuff in the turn out pen. Let us review a little. From weaning until you go away for schooling, at probably a year and a half, you eat, grow and run around with your siblings. When you go away to begin your racing career, you get your own "apartment," in a large housing development. No one is allowed in your bed but you, and when you are in there, no one can touch you, without plenty of warning. Someone hears a vehicle drive up, or the kennel door being unlocked. The light switches are flipped on. The loud mouths in residence, and there always are some, begin to bark or howl. You are wide awake by the time the human opens your door to turn you out. A Greyhound has never been touched while he was asleep. You eat when you are fed, usually on a strict schedule. No one asks if you are hungry or what you want to eat. You are never told not to eat any food within your reach. No one ever touches your bowl while you are eating. You are not to be disturbed because it is important you clean your plate. You are not asked if you have to "go outside." You are placed in turn out pen and it isn't long before you get the idea of what you are supposed to do while you are out there. Unless you really get out of hand, you may chase, rough house and put your feet on everyone and everything else. The only humans you know are the "waiters" who feed you, and the "restroom attendants" who turn you out to go to the bathroom. Respect people? Surely you jest. No one comes into or goes out of your kennel without your knowledge. You are all seeing; all knowing. There are no surprises, day in and day out. The only thing it is ever hoped you will do is win, place or show, and that you don't have much control over. It is in your blood, it is in your heart, it is in your fate-- or it is not. And when it is not, then suddenly you are expected to be a civilized person in a fur coat. But people don't realize you may not even speak English. Some of you don't even know your names, because you didn't need to. You were not asked or told to do anything as an individual; you were always part of the "condo association?; the sorority or fraternity and everyone did everything together, as a group or pack. The only time you did anything as an individual is when you schooled or raced, and even then, You Were Not Alone. Suddenly, he is expected to behave himself in places he's never been taught how to act. He is expected to take responsibility for saying when he needs to go outside, to come when he is called, not to get on some or all of the furniture, and to not eat food off counters and tables. He is dropped in a world that is not his, and totally without warning, at that. Almost everything he does is wrong. Suddenly he is a minority. Now he is just a pet. He is unemployed, in a place where people expect him to know the rules and the schedule, even when there aren't any. (How many times have you heard someone say, He won't tell "me when he has to go out. What kind of schedule is that?) Have you heard the joke about the dog who says "My name is No-No Bad " Dog. What's yours? To me that is not even funny. All the "protective barriers are gone. There is no more warning before something happens. There is no more strength in numbers. He wakes up with a monster human face two inches from his. (With some people's breath, this could scare Godzilla.) Why should he not, believe that this someone for lunch? (I really do have to ask you ladies to consider how you would react if someone you barely knew crawled up on you while you were asleep?) No, I will not ask for any male input. Now he is left alone, for the first time in his life, in a strange place, with no idea of what will happen or how long it will be before someone comes to him again. If he is not crated, he may go through walls, windows or over fences, desperately seeking something familiar, something with which to reconnect his life. If he does get free, he will find the familiarity, within himself: the adrenaline high, the wind in his ears, the blood pulsing and racing though his heart once again--until he crashes into a car. Often, the first contact with his new family is punishment, something he's never had before, something he doesn't understand now, especially in the middle of the rest of the chaos. And worst of all, what are the most common human reactions to misbehavior? We live in a violent society, where the answer to any irritation is a slap, punch, kick, whip, or rub your nose in it. Under these circumstances, sometimes I think any successful adoption is a miracle. He is, in effect, expected to have all the manners of at least a six-year old child. But, how many of you would leave an unfamiliar six-year old human alone and loose in your home for hours at a time and not expect to find who knows what when you got back? Consider that if you did, you could be brought up on charges of child abuse, neglect and endangerment. Yet, people do this to Greyhounds and this is often the reason for so many returns. How many dogs have been returned because they did not know how to tell the adopter when they had to go out? How many for jumping on people, getting on furniture, counter surfing, separation anxiety, or defensive actions due to being startled or hurt (aka growling or biting)? So, let's understand: Sometimes it is the dog's fault" he cannot fit in. He is not equipped "with the social skills of a six-year old human. But you can help him.