Jenbo

It's funny, isn't it? Nope, not here, nope not here, nope nope, ok HERE is where I shall pee!

My girl didn't understand what I wanted of her. "HUP!" finally got her attention though I tried a few variations, "Load UP!" and "load" but hup works the best. First, I tossed her favorite stuffie in, and for the next few weeks also tossed in treats to help motivate her. I have a 2 door car, so she was really unsure of where to place her feet and how to get in. It took her a while --several weeks -- of placing her front feet on the back floor, tossing in a treat, and then helping her manage her backside in, but she got it.

I'm so sorry she didn't have more time with you. Godspeed, Sadie. Say hello to all of our friends there to greet you.

Godspeed, Milky Way

Charlie

I'm so sorry to read this.

I'm so sorry.

Poor baby, I hope she's feeling better soon.

I remember too. Such a beautiful soul, he was

Yay for you! I was home the first couple of days but I didn't spend every waking moment with my hound. I needed her to be ok for a few hours at a time so I could go to work. For the first few weeks I'd walk her for an hour in the morning, go home at lunch, take her for another walk, then walk her right away after work. The first couple of days mostly I just let her wander and sniff and come to me when she was ready. Patience, grasshopper

YAY Do Bee!

Sending lots of love to you and Jimmie!

Oh NO! I'm so sorry.

Welcome! He's very handsome!

I'm so sorry and no it's not silly that you love him so much. I think it's safe to say all of us feel the same way about our hounds.

I love this blurb about the GSOD http://vistacruise.blogspot.com/2007/12/greyhound-scream-of-death.html Greyhound Scream of DeathThere are many tools that coddled, spoiled Greyhounds use to ensure their ongoing success: sad eyes, whining, whimpering, and yowling, just to name a few. But the most lethal tool by far is the Greyhound Scream of Death (GSOD). Contrary to the visions of heinous, life-threatening injuries this may conjure in your mind, a Greyhound unleashing the GSOD is likely not hurt, but may have actually stepped on a blade of wet grass and wants you to fix it immediately. Let me outline an example; picture this… You and your Greyhound are sitting on your deck outside enjoying a beautiful spring afternoon. Your Greyhound is snuggled on a nice, soft blanket you brought out, snoozing and dreaming of happy things, while you are stretched out on your chaise lounge relaxing with a good book. The birds are chirping happily, playing in your new bird bath, not a cloud in the sky. It is an afternoon that defines serenity. Unbeknownst to you, a fly has decided to check out your Greyhound. It buzzes around cautiously, quickly realizing that the beast is not disturbed by its presence. It hovers briefly above your Greyhound’s nose, lining its feet up for maximum traction and then lands abruptly. Out of nowhere, your Greyhound goes from sweet serenity to a swirling mass of uncoordinated legs and tail, spiraling around in confusion, while letting out the most ear piercing, heart stopping scream of agony you have ever heard. It is a sound heard by the neighbors over their home theater system as they contemplate dialing 9-1-1. Chipmunks and squirrels you didn’t even notice are chattering the alarm and seeking higher ground taking the other woodland creatures with them. It is full of such portents of danger the birds leave and fly to trees miles away for safety. You, meanwhile, reflexively throw your book 20 feet in the air and rush to save your dog from the evil that has cursed it before you even realize you are standing up. Your dog, seeing that you are on your way, stands still with one front paw gingerly lifted off the ground, quivering with soft, sad eyes staring at you, wrenching sobs from your throat and welling your eyes with tears as you envision that some failing on your part has caused harm to come to your favored friend. As soon as your Greyhound sees that you are affected, he hobbles towards you so you can caress him and check him over to fix the horrendous injury that has caused his anguish. You take the seemingly injured paw gently in your hands, expecting spurts of blood or missing fur and scraped skin… but there is nothing. You spread his toes to check the webbing, expecting to see it split wide open and oozing blood… but there is nothing. You check pads for splinters, the wrist for gashes; you work your way up to the ankle, gently manipulating the whole way with your heart pounding so loudly you are afraid it will burst. You are expecting to find a twist or sprain with your ever-so-gentle massage that will elicit the GSOD again… but there is nothing. And then you see it… the fly laying on your dog’s bed, its heart stopped from fear, dead where it was tossed when your Greyhound jumped for the sky. You gently flick it off the bed to the grass below, and your Greyhound trots right on over (using all four feet) where he nests the blanket and settles right back to his snooze, oblivious to your gaping jaw.

Good boy, Chevy~ you little waffle stealer

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I hope you're on your way to pick him up and bring him home

Oh no! How terrible. I'm so very sorry for your losses

OmyDOG, those pictures -- poor baby. I'm so glad he's home

Hoping for a swift recovery!

Oh no no no, I'm so sorry, I had hoped you would have much more time with him. Godspeed Pop

I remember, too.

Oh no, I'm so sorry. I am absolutely sure this isn't your fault, but it's so sad and distressing nonetheless.