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Doolin doing his best not to encroach on anyone else’s turf

Much better than Buddy, who was flummoxed by a thread curtain which was only meant to keep the flies out, and not him!

Good news Punkin! Sorry to hear about your posterior, but it can happen to the best of us. Keep on keeping on, young lady!

I’m glad you’ve lived to take more gorgeous photos!

Awwwww, sleep chatters

That face would get kissed a lot if he lived here!

We also have a shredder here. We rent a garage to a man who owns a classic car. The first year we had Buddy, the man posted a year’s payment in advance through the letterbox. When I came home from work that day, I arrived to find £10 and £20 notes strewn across his bed, leaving me thinking ‘what the heck have you been up to while I’ve been out?!?’

Happy gotcha day Facebook!

A trip to London is always fun, and it’s a bonus when there is a greyhound involved! It’s also nice to be able to meet up with online friends in person

They are from my mother in law, and I’m not sure if she picked them up on a trip to San Diego

Unfortunately I can’t see the photos for some reason but I have googled podenco orito so now I have an idea of what he looks like. Congratulations Noah on finding your forever home

LaVida teaching us how to do the weekends right!

Et voila!

Not bookends, but your puppers have been immortalised as a cruet set that I have!

Oh my word, that made me laugh!

Maybe your hound was reincarnated as mine. That’s good advice. We go to the vet each month for his Librela injection so I will ask about it then. Thank you. Buddy has done this too! He always avoids them but when we were on holiday I.e. far from our own vet, he put his foot right through one and tore up his skin. My dog is now more scar than greyhound. Too busy looking at the thing she wants rather than right in front of her. I’ve told him ‘CAREFUL!’ so many times after an accident, that when I say it to him, he actually stops and looks for hazards. It’s the only training word that we have practised again and again

Silly boy fell into a hole today. I managed to save him going completely over by holding him up by his lead (attached to a harness, thankfully), but whilst concentrating on getting his front end on solid ground, his back legs, which are under no control from his tiny brain*, went off on their own and his back end gave way underneath him. It was a rather large hole so I am beginning to wonder if his eyesight is failing him. He has nuclear sclerosis, although the vet said it shouldn’t affect his vision. I suppose he could have something else going on, or he could just be clumsy… *50% of the tiny brain power is given over to treat detection, 50% to making sure mummy feels loved

I know that face - too hot, but too stubborn to move!

He already seems to have forgotten that he fell, and that he is limping, and that he is stiff all over. He wanted to take Honky the Hedgehog into the back garden for a play after his walk yesterday. We got the sad eyes and a dramatic sigh when we gently hold him ‘no’

I bet that was a sight to see! Some photos would be great - if you’re fast enough to capture them!

Thank you all for your well wishes and medical tips (sanitary ware is a great idea!), and Buddy is very grateful for the dietary recommendations to aid his healing!

Buddy took a spectacular tumble yesterday. He has decided that he wants to go into the front garden for wees (the back garden is no longer right for reasons of light/temperature/wind direction/goodness knows), so we trotted him out yesterday, he did his business, and I called him to me from about 20 feet away to go back inside. After roughing up the ground where my bluebells and daffodils are , he went from 0 to and almost immediately slipped and skidded from the grass onto the tarmac. I keep replaying it in my head in slow motion to really make myself feel bad about encouraging him to run to me and seeing his legs go from underneath him, which is how he has ended up with a torn pad (the highest one on his front left, so at least he won’t have to walk on it). He’s also scuffed the same pad on the other front leg, and deeply grazed his left leg from thigh to ankle. He must have face planted too, as he has a good graze on this top lip - which amazingly is the only wound he hasn’t tried to lick Dad was immediately dispatched for medical supplies (fortunately we did have some from when I had an operation on my foot), while I stayed home for comfort and cuddles. He has been very clingy and a little bit subdued since, and I wonder if has just stared his own mortality in the face for the first time. Despite numerous slips and tumbles during recent zoomies, he refuses to accept that he might be getting on a bit - he is 12 1/2 next month. Here are a couple of photos of his bandage covers / baby socks. He has been very patient while I have attempted to dress his wound, only flinching when I put some antiseptic cream on today before changing his bandage.

So there is . I love the worried look of the hound on the right

I hope she starts to feel bette soon. It’s always a worry when they have to go under for anything