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I coerced a friend into naming her white greyhound Quinn. I just kept singing to her...
"When Quinn the Eskimo gets here, everybody's gonna jump for joy..."
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I've only had Chancy since she was ten, and by the time I got her, she already had mild symptoms of LS (shuffling back feet primarily). Occasionally she has "flare ups" usually after overexerting herself. The flare ups consist of periods where the act of lying down and standing up cause her to yelp in pain. This gradually dissipates in a day or two with use of pain meds and acupuncture. I tried six months of chiro, but it didn't seem to do anything for Chancy. I also tried a series of acupuncture treatments which did seem to help somewhat. Currently we are on supplements only: glucosamine, chondroitin, MSM, and fish oil, among other things. I will certainly do the acupuncture again if/when she has another flare up, but mostly she seems to get along very well. My vet said I should limit her running, but walking is very good for her. If Chancy seems to significantly decline, and acupuncture doesn't do the job, I will try the depo medrol shot. I've heard enough positive results from others that I'd give it a try, but only as a last resort. My vet is in agreement about this.
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She's doing great! Not a single bump in the road so far. She even tolerated Sid boxing her nose without eating him. This afternoon I was unpacking groceries in the kitchen, and turned to notice that Marla was curled up on the kitchen doorway rug, watching me, in exactly the spot and position that Sissy used to occupy.
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Thank you everyone! Marla has blended in here seamlessly. She slept through the night without a fuss, walked with us on our regular morning stroll, ate her food right alongside Tip and Chancy. Yesterday evening, she even played a little with a toy.
:I think she's had some obedience training. She definitely knows how to sit on command, and she heels perfectly just at my left. Which is a challenge for me, since I am accustomed to walking all dogs on my right. Yesterday I kept trying to coax Marla to my right to join Tip & Chancy, but she insisted her place was on my left.
Today Hubby walked her while I had Tip & Chancy, and she heeled flawlessly... until she spotted a cat in some bushes. Can hardly blame a girl... 
I think Marla was pretty well loved, as she is the first bounce I've had who came with some possessions. a sweater, toys, bed, even dishes in a home-built-looking raised feeder!
That's the update for this morning. Today she'll be alone here muzzld with my gang while we're at work. Hope it goes well!
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Marla came to meet us this morning. She's a nine year old bounce who lost her home due to a death in the family. Kari's right, she is a total sweetheart. Never have I felt such soft fur on a black grey. During the intros in the backyard, Marla trotted right up to my hubby and leaned on him for lovin'. He was immediately smitten.
Tip and Chancy were perky and friendly (of course!), so we moved indoors pretty quickly. Marla was curious about Sid the kitten, but was easily distracted away from him. We got a little choked up at first, missing our Sissy princess. We weren't necessarily *needing* a third hound again, but Marla just caught my eye when Kari fostered her. And now that she's here, it just feels right.
Marla's only been here a couple hours, but already all three pups are napping away right behind me in the "office beds" like it was meant to be. She has a couple of weird spots on her skin that I certainly want a vet to look at, but otherwise she seems fairly healthy.
Marla checks out Sid the kitten:
Marla quickly discovered the cushy dog beds in our office:
After the dogs settled in, Sid Vicious had his evil way with one of Marla's toys.
Welcome home Marla, I think you'll like it here sweetheart. We already adore you!
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I am so sorry, Diane.
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He is a stunning and clearly well-loved hound. Thank you for sharing his pictures.
I'm so terribly sorry for your loss.
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Oh no no no...
I'm SO sorry to hear this. My sincerest heartfelt sympathy to you DeVon. You gave that beautiful ol' silver gal a wonderful love-filled life. And I feel blessed to have known her, if only from a distance, through your heartwarming posts here on GT.
You are in my thoughts.
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My senior girl Chancy ate a whole can of fish flakes shortly after we adopted her. Tip and Sissy never seemed to care about the fish food, so it never occurred to me to put it out of reach. Chancy suffered no ill effects at all. Seemed quite proud of herself actually.
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It was in the 20's this am, so I pulled out the heavier winter coats for Tip & Chancy's morning walk. When I held Sissy's coat and saw all the beautiful silver fur still embedded in the fleece lining I just started crying.
I used to give her a little hug every time I put that coat on her, making sure it fit just perfectly. She always loved her coats & sweaters because they always meant a walk or car adventure. She would pogo and give me little kisses...
I so miss my little princess.
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Your story is the kind that makes me cringe and never want to leave the house.
I've been charged by off-leash dogs several times while walking my dogs, and have been extremely lucky that they were deterred by me before making contact with my hounds. I rarely have company when walking my pups, and have frankly become overconfident that nothing bad will happen. Your story proves otherwise. So thank you at the very least for the eye-opener.Edited to add: Is it cruel to make her get up when she doesn't want to,,to get her to go to the bathroom? Is it cruel to put her collar on and make her get up when she really wants to lie there? It scares me because she just seems to be zoned out and I am afraid she won't come back to us.No it is not cruel. She is probably woozy/sleepy from pain meds, and it likely just hurts to get up and move right now. But it is a necessary evil, and trying to get her back on a schedule or routine of "potty walks" is a good idea. The anaesthesia definitely does have the side-effect of slowing the bowels, so don't panic about that. Just allow her the chance to try every few hours or so.
Hope she heals quickly.
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Slick has joined the gang at the bridge. He was failing for some time and last night went down in the rear and I could not get him up. Sometimes it is just time. So, instead of the scheduled ultrasound for his bladder, he made the trip......
What a grand old man! Seniors are so incredible. Just a few days ago, my roommate Rosemary called and said "what can I feed him?" I've offered him 3 kinds of kibble, hamburger, rolls.... I said "are you sure he wants to eat" She said "he's standing there looking at me and barking"
That meant, yes he wanted to eat and you had to figure out what menu he was barking out 
He wanted some NB beef roll. Once fed the "right" item, he layed down and was content.I'm going to miss the old guy. He's running with the kids, and will find his first "mom" who preceded him.
Run like the wind sweet boy!
I am so so sorry, Diane.
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I'm re-posting this since it was lost when the last server died. I finally changed the text of my signature too. Man I didn't think that would hurt so much...
It's been over a month now, but it doesn't sting any less yet. Cancer has robbed me of another family member in a swift and brutally cruel fashion. We were supposed to have five more years… I still can't believe she's gone.
I do want to share some of my favorite photos from my precious and far-too-short twenty-seven months with my little Sissy-girlie. We all adored her from the first instant we saw her. She was my first girlie dog. She taught my husband that it is possible to truly love a pet. Tipper believed Sissy was the best birthday gift ever. Sissy gave Chancy the gift of self-confidence. We all adore her still. Our pee-wee silver princess ruled the world with a velvet paw. Sissy is my sassy fearless adventure-girl who only played alone, and made sure we all knew we belong to her.
In mostly chronological order…
Sissy loved Tipper from the first moment she laid eyes on him. Tipper got used to the idea
… Sissy’s kisses were always reserved for a select few :
Sissy, my hair-trigger roooing soprano:
I told her if she wasn’t careful, her face might stick this way. And for a minute after she woke up, it did!
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Sissy comforted me while I was sick:
A picnic in Taylor’s Falls. I loooooove her sticky-uppy ears:
Hubby stealing a smooch at a picnic at Lake Pepin:
A hike along the St. Croix River:
One of my all-time favorite princess photos
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Part one of three…
My husband and I were always incredulous that a family out there just decided they didn’t want Sissy. She’d been bounced after a number of years. We couldn’t have been luckier…
My beautiful angel
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Sissy’s Chariot:
A charming hound-friendly B&B in Fulton Missouri, with a stunning garden courtyard perfect for greyhounds to frolic:
Sissy & hubby, reading in bed at the Loganberry:
A hot summer walk along the Mississippi in New Orleans with Maucarden and Atty:
Sissy had a poor racing career, but she made it to the Hall of Fame anyway.
She left her signature in the “greyhound guestbook” in the museum TWICE, much to my husband’s embarrassment:
An early-autumn visit by some tiger swallowtails:
Giving me the bug-eye:
How I’ll miss waking up to see four silver paws poking up in the air between hubby and me in bed…
Part 2 of three…
At an adoption promo at the MN Renaissance Festival:
Lake Superior beach “up nort” in January:
A winter hike along the Temperance River and Lake Superior. The trails were very icy, and Sissy was the only one who actually thoroughly enjoyed the hike:
Volunteering at Twin Cities Public Television, this was Sissy’s BIG LIVE TV DEBUT
It didn’t hurt that the cameraman immediately fell in love with Sissy:
My favorite photo of all three: Sissy, Tipper and Chancy:
How we while away the sub-zero days of winter… Sissy was in her customary and rightful place in the center of our bed :
She patiently endured some terrible abuse
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One of our last “good” days:
This takes my breath away:
I love you Sissy, my tiny silver princess. We always will.
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What a shocking loss. I don't know if having an explanation makes it easier or not... But I do truly feel for you. I'm so sorry you lost your boy this morning.
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Mine are 8, 10 and 11, and all still going strong!
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I'm so sorry. There are just no words for how unfair this is...
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Minnesota
City: Minneapolis
Park: Lake Harriet, meet on the lake path near the Rose Gardens
Park Location: From 35W, take 46th St. exit, go west on 46th to East Lake Harriet Parkway, then turn right (north). Park at or near 43rd St. The Rose Gardens will be on your right, the lake is on your left.
Days: Every Sunday at 2pm, weather permitting.
Other Notes: No appointment necessary, just show up! This walk is just under 3 miles, but is NOT an aerobic exercise. The pace is pretty slow, good for chatting with other grey-owners.
There is a nice spot to let your hound wade/lounge in the water on hot days. -
There are just no words for how unfair this is.
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I'm so sorry...
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Oh Kari, I'm so sorry. Please call me if you want to talk, or get together, or just get out of the house for a bit. You know I can relate...
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Underscores must be okay then... ?
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I miss her too, and I never even had the pleasure of meeting her.
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I'm so sorry this has happened. I know words seem truly inadequate right now... but...
When I lost my first dog after 18 1/2 years together, I really fell into a seemingly bottomless hole. Time really does heal the pain. I saved his possessions, thinking I never wanted a "replacement" pet to use MY dog's belongings. Three years later, I brought home my first greyhound. I found after some time that it did my heart good to see MY dog's belongings being thoroughly enjoyed by another pup.
Give it time.
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I am so sorry, Diane.
I've been charged by off-leash dogs several times while walking my dogs, and have been extremely lucky that they were deterred by me before making contact with my hounds. I rarely have company when walking my pups, and have frankly become overconfident that nothing bad will happen. Your story proves otherwise. So thank you at the very least for the eye-opener.
He wanted some NB beef roll. Once fed the "right" item, he layed down and was content.
Quinn's Photos
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Gorgeous!
Looks just like my Tipper-- a few years ago. 