GreyPoopon

:yay

I hope he heals quickly and well.

I'm so very sorry. Godspeed Diamond.

that the antibiotics do the trick.

I'm sorry. I've seen those evil x-rays. It's heartbreaking.

for both Peanut and your Dad.

Glad the boys look better today. I hope all three of you heal quickly.

I am so very sorry. She was absolutely the most gorgeous girl. In the world. My heart goes out to you and Grammy and Joseph. Godspeed Zema.

I'm so very sorry. He was gorgeous and special and he left too soon. Godspeed Riley.

Feel better soon Brookie. You sure are gorgeous.

I'm so sorry. I hope BooBoo has a number of happy comfortable days ahead.

Congratulations!

She's fine. Much happier--tail wags and so on. She tried out another bed yesterday, but won't lie down if anybody else is there. She's getting pretty good at going down stairs, but is not yet comfortable going up. She's gotten over the worst of the soreness. She's eating well. Graham is recovering nicely from his dental. He was soooooooo very happy when he got home yesterday. He still thinks her hind end is pretty interesting; now she thinks his mouth smells intriguing. They often pace each other on walks. The others are OK, I think, although four of them are ticked at me for doing their nails.

I'm sorry.

I'm so very sorry. Godspeed Bear.

I'm so very sorry. He was incredibly handsome. Godspeed Zeus.

Good girl Jayne!!! :yay

I'm so very sorry. He was a handsome special boy. Godspeed Gator.

I'm so sorry. Godspeed Tahoe.

What a horrible shock. I am so very sorry. He was much too young. Godspeed Nike.

Thank you--and everybody else involved--so much!! [Last week I saw the request for transport elsewhere; have not been back there to update but I will.] The other broodie, Cajun Blond, is safe and happy at GRA. As of Sunday morning she had not been adopted, but I'm sure she'll find a good home soon. She has wonderful eyes.

I'm glad he did so well. I hope he's feeling chipper this morning.

What a mess. I hope everyone heals quickly and well.

Miss Pinky Baker! Miss Pinky Baker raced for a couple of years, and then started her second career as a broodmom--so far, there are 5 pups from two litters on listed on greyhound-data and GreyMatter. Although she's younger than the rest of my grey girls (just 8), she shares the other four characteristics that they have in common: female, brindle, grey face, and fuzzy butt. (Graham is an outlier. ) She arrived at GRA Canada in late March. Last week I was finding the house a bit empty after losing Tally, and I was missing not only Tally but my broodies Cora and Piper, so I was admiring the broodies available at various agencies. I had no intention of following through. But then GTer DorasMom, who volunteers at GRA, warned me to stay away from the kennel or Miss Pinky Baker would end up in my car. We were joking about this warning, and things got out of hand. I ended up having to call Bill of GRA to tell him I wasn't ready to do anything. Somehow, by the end of the conversation, Miss Pinky Baker was marked Adopted. I was going to have to call back and insist that I was not going to adopt her. I couldn't do it. So on Sunday April 11, Miss Pinky Baker came home. The meetings with her new sisters and brother went well, and while she is interested in the kitties, she can be distracted. On Monday she met her vet and had a bath. After two days of excitement--and way too much time on her feet--she's a bit sore (pads and shoulders, I think). She's eating and taking treats. She can't decide whether to be a Velcro dog or Dora the Explorer. I fear there may be a bit of bad girl in there; I hope it isn't too intense. She and Graham have bonded, but his intentions are not entirely honourable (she was spayed late last week). She's observant and smart and responsive and tolerant and I think she'll fit right in. I wouldn't name a dog Pinky, but I love the name Miss Pinky Baker: it makes me think of a burlesque queen or a New York heiress who summers in the Hamptons. Others have suggested brothel manager or race car driver, and almost everyone I've told has smiled. So she will be Miss Pinky Baker, and, for short, Pink: "Let's Get This Party Started!" I haven't managed to get any good pics of her at home yet because she's still tense, but here are some from the kennel and a few from her first day or so here. Meeting her new Mom: DorasMom's daughter Mary thought Miss Pinky Baker should have a suitable outfit for the initial meeting: I loved Mary's gesture, but Pink seemed unimpressed: Going for a walk at GRA: "OK, I'm ready to go home." Stressed in the car. She nested up the all the seat coverings; I had to pull over and grab stuff from the trunk so she wouldn't dig right through the seat: Stressed in her crate: "I may look happy, but I'm just trying to figure out where I am." I love the snazzy sock on her left front foot: She was stepping on her leash, so I removed it in favour of her muzzle. This is the look I got: Now I know why her muzzle is all battered and taped--"I hate this %)&%)W#%*&) thing. Get it off me!": The muzzle did help with one thing: she finally--after two days--agreed to try one of the dog beds. I switched her back to the leash and stayed with her for quite a while. When I got up to do a couple of things in the kitchen, she followed: She likes treats: My good camera suddenly became cranky, so the only photo I have of her on the beds is this rotten cell phone pic: Welcome Home, Miss Pinky Baker! :confetti

Ugh. What a nightmare. I hope everybody heals OK. Quickly.