RobinM

Poor Robin. My favorite cowbaby boy. Ollie had some skin issues and tummy issues. Once we changed to raw, it all went away... just saying! he is the only one of our 5 that eats total raw. And he eats duck.

Oh how I remember. Today would have been 3 years Polli was with us. It all happened at once.

2 years? I honestly thought this was the one year. WOW. We will never forget her.

Beau is OK to ehh with the food- on budesonide every other day. Hoping to get him off the steroids but at least he is on a very low dose. thanks for asking!

Sorry about no updates. I should know better. However my 19 year old son is driving me over the edge and I have not had more than 5.5 hours sleep in 2 nights. Elsie- she did greyt and vet said that there were no blood vessels attached which makes her feel they are B-9 however, we take no chances and we sent it out for pathology. She has 2 areas that have disolvable stitches and you would never know she had anything done to her. God bless this one, she is a real hoot and a half! thank you so much for your kind thoughts. We never feel alone with the support you guys give. xoxox

Wonderful wonderful news!

As most of you know, Ms. Elsie had mammary cancer last year about this time. We got it in time. Stage one, clean margins. We had the rest of the lumps (a bunch of them) out 3 weeks after the cancerous ones were taken and those were B-9. Last week, I noticed 2 lumps on her chest area, not the nipples. Vet feels 99% sure that they too are B9 but my feeling is with her history... lumps don't belong there so they will be removed and sent for bx. Vet agrees. So, tomorrow she will go in about 3 pm- after hours so she does not have to wait around. It will be done with a local and she will come home an hour later. Although she doesn't know it or act it, she still is 11.5 and I still worry a little. I wasn't even going to mention it but I figure good thoughts coming her way from her favorite GH peeps sure can't hurt! I'll update tomorrow night after we get her, have dinner, etc. thanks all! Robin & Elsie

Not my very favorite cowboy!!! Hugs and well wishes to him. Hope it's a quick and easy fix.

I laughed and cried. I am so sorry.

I would re-x-ray the whole leg/shoulder if still limping. I would also not allow her to run off leash because if God forbid "something" is hiding in the x-rays- she could easily fracture it. Keep her leashed walked and give her something for the discomfort, either rimydal or deramaxx (anti imflammatory). If she is limping, she is in pain.

I feel the love, I feel your pain. She lives on in your heart and always will.

She will be OK. Sending loads of prayers just the same.

Beau is an IBD dog. Diagnosed by open exploratory surgery. I wouldn't give that. His teeth of course are the worst of all my dogs, but he is alive. Beau was on 50 mg of pred and imuran. We are off the pred on on budesonide. I'd ask your vet about it.

Oh God, just seeing this and sending loads of prayers.

Very sad. I am so sorry.

Sending positive vibes your way. Please update when you can.

I am so sorry. hugs to you both.

Very common, espeically for a new adoptee. She has a lot to be nervous about although she doesn't know she doesn't need to be. Her entire world has been turned upside down and she does not know what to expect next. She had a very structured and routined life. Now, it's the unknown and no one speaks her language yet. Read this to get a better understanding of where she is at. The panting will pass as she settles in. Of all breeds of dogs, the ex-racing Greyhound has never had to be responsible for anything in his life. His whole existence has been a dog-centered one. 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 a 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 every thing 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. In my "mobile abode," the Greyhounds each have several unique names, but they also have a single common name: it is Everybody. We continue to do things as a group, pack or as we are affectionately known in-house, by Kathleen's Husbandit, "The Thundering Herd." Back to those who have not been permanently homed. 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," who has crept up on him, isn't going to eat him 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 though 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. <BR style="mso-special-character: line-break"><BR style="mso-special-character: line-break">

My deepest sympathy.

Forever in our hearts. Paint us a rainbow.

Irene- first of all, I don't know how missed this. I am sorry. 2ndly, There is a Dr. Heller @ Maple Shade who is greyhound savvy and very good. Also, Holly B. loves her vet. He takes care of Gunner and Lexy. Do you need her phone number? I would definitely go somewhere else and I'd be happy to help you find someone. Let me know if you need the numbers.

Kelly- You got some greyt advice above. I just want to say how sorry I am about your tremendous losses and so close. Travel will be OK and by aking care of her now when she needs you, she will help you get through this. Looking forward to Friday's pictures!!!

Oy- no. Even if she is not high prey, several thousand years of genetic programming is hard to overcome, and you must understand that something as small as a bird flying by or a squirrel romping in the yard could be a trigger. And off she will try to go. We use expens. Everyone is safe that way.

Rhode Island. ROT ROH.

When Polli lost 17 teeth at her first dental, she was able to eat everything from kibble to bully sticks. Those toothless girls are determined!!