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Beryl, Glad to hear things are getting better. Dick

Yes raw is what they give them.

Many trainers give knuckle bones at the kennels for the dogs teeth. Dennis, who posted on here as Rockingship, always did it. Dick

This is Rachel's photo essay about a dogs life before you adopted. You will see the cool down procedure. Dick

Beth should be just fine. You have to remember that her run was probably her first in 6 weeks or more. I don't know how far she ran, but she probably ran further than she would have at a track coming back from surgery because at the track they will run them short, meaning just from the backside to the escape. Would she run to you at the park if someone else held her and you walked to the other end? Or would she just keep running because she is loose and having fun. If she would come to you I would do that a couple of times and call it a day. Dick

Kyle, Glad to hear there was no cancer. By taking the toe it will never bother him again. Sometimes toes can bother them, off and on, for the rest of their lives. Other times it is just a one time deal and the toe is fine for the rest of their lives. If the vets thought it should come off then it was the right thing to do. Dick

As someone that usually stays out of these discussions I just had to ask this, if this group denies you because you don't have one of their greys, how does anyone ever their first one from this group? Dick

To newbee, I can't answer your PM as you don't have 50 posts yet, so you are welcome. Dick

Here you go. Dick

Over the years I have had two goldens that have gone, either mostly or totally, deaf. If I wanted to wake them without startling them I would walk a little harded on the floor than normal. The vibration usually woke them. Dick

Dennis Mckeon, AKA Rockingship, had this to say to an adopter having issues with her dog suddenly starting to urinate in the house and there being no medical issues. Kidney flush has been done in the kennels in Ireland and here for many years. Here is what to do. Half a package of pearl barley in a pot with a gallon water bring to a boil then simmer for 2 hours, let cool Starting tomorrow morning I'm to take about 6oz of this stuff (which looks like the top layer of scum in a cesspool, eeooow!) place in a dish and microwave until it just liquefies again. Then add about 2oz of milk, cream or half and half to make it more palatable. I've been assured the dog will actually consume this readily. In about an hour, the hound should have to piss like a racehorse. This process is to be repeated 4 times a day for 5 days and he'll have sparkling clean kidneys and I'll have dry carpets again. And a piece of the recipe needs clarification - you strain the pearl barley and discard, its the pearl barely water you want to use. Dick

I'd give them 20 or 30 minutes before and I would give him a couple of cookies. Dick

Yep, Gingersnaps or anything with ginger. If the sickness isn't to severe this will probably work. Ginger naturally settles the stomach. Dick

I would have it taken off since it's a constant problem. Once gone the problem is gone. Dogs still race with a non weight bearing toe taken off and don't really miss a beat. Dick

The owner of DBD posted an e mail on the NGA site stating DBD passed away on Fri. Sept. 24. R.I.P. you were one of the great ones. Dick

People that are on a diuretic will take them in the morning because they have to go to the bathroom a lot for the next few hours. I would give it to Piper in the morning and make sure she goes out a few times before noon. Dick

That's correct, blue is a dilute of black so it would be a rare color, but, not as rear as this. You don't see many of these in the U.S. They are seen more in Ireland and England as Larkill Jo has been known to throw them.

Good, I'm glad someone on GT won it. It got there in good shape I hope? Dick

Hi Beryl, Thanks for posting the video. Fancy looks good and is putting some weight on her leg. Do you know how much the auction raised? Dick

I think this was posted here on GT a while ago. Being a Greyhound Pet Take a minute or 2 to read through this to get better idea of what your new greyhound is going through when it leaves the track or farm to live in a home for the 1st time..... 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 adoptor 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 with your love and help, you can make it happen.

Some of the first items posted have less than a day left to bid on. Dick

I clicked on the ebay link on the blog page, but it just went to my ebay account log in. Is there another way to find the items on ebay? Thanks. See if this works for you. Dick

I wonder if anyone has thought of starting a FB page for her. It could help spread the word about the Ebay auctions and medical expenses. I'm not on Facebook so I can't check this out, but, this was posted on AG: Couch Potato Greys has posted her story on Face Book and asking to help with the vet bills. Dick