It was a busy and productive week around the FoG kennel, and next weekend is the last weekend in August. Traditionally I always have looked forward to September. In the early years it was football and new school adventures and the temperature dropped from 90 to 89 most of the time. In the working years, it was football and the temperature for those of us who worked outside, dropped from 90 to 89. In the retirement years, it’s planning all the outside work that I was going to do last winter but never got around to, moved it back to September, when the temperature dropped from 90 to 89 and I could put it off until it gets cooler, then next spring when it heats up, I can start the process all over again. September brings us hope, if nothing else, that it will be a bit cooler for those evening walks with the hounds, that we can start at least planning another get together, maybe at the Flamingo Nursery, or Quiet Waters water park for dogs on the last day of the summer season.
First, I would like to mention a letter we received from an old friend at God’s Greyts Greyhound Group. I think it may make it’s way onto the website, but if not, it’s about an auction, the Hazel Smith Memorial Auction. Like all groups, they are strapped for money and they are auctioning off 95 items to help raise funds. I will post the link here and if you are interested you can check it out or contact Michelle, she has all the information. The Link is: [Click Here]
. If Michelle has already posted this or she’s not going to, poof, the preceding paragraph shall disappear and we will move on from there.
The Galleria event is now history. Unfortunately, I cannot report that any of our people won the grand prize, nor did we win the costume event. Irondog and Happy Harry were the participants and were on their best behavior, so if you are looking for socially adept greyhounds, start with them, they are gaining experience in the social world. I did hear that Maurice took home a nice soft blanket, but they didn’t say whether he won it or he or one of the dogs stole it. If I caught either of his dogs shoplifting, I definitely wouldn’t confront them.
The Pet Supermarket Saturday was spectacular, superb, or any other synonym that begins with S that you want to use. Jill, Rainy, and Slash stopped by, we stopped by, and the action was almost nonstop. I can verify the haul of donated food was two or three full baskets, filled up the van. I was even asked why I was sitting there holding a purse and the dog, while the women loaded the van. It was awkward, as I tried to explain about my knees, and heart, and it was my wife’s purse. Whatever, it must have garnered some sympathy, he donated a couple bucks. We again have our patron saint of the Pet Supermarket, Jill, who also has no knees, and she and her crew always make us feel welcome and works her magic to get us the donated food. Just when I’ve managed to tell a bunch of the visitors to come back in two weeks, we’ll be back, I find out that we will be switching it up a bit and doing the meet and greet on September 4th, which is a Sunday, from 10-2.
Forget what I said about Happy Harry, he has been adopted, or has an application at least. Irondog and Rocket will be interviewed also, to see who does best with another family, their dog and cat. So the two fashion show kings are potentially on the doorstep of their forever homes. Faber, the beautiful fawn boy that came back late last week because of family breakup, is also in line to be adopted today by one of our previous owners who just lost his other dog, one of our alumni, to the Rainbow Bridge. As always, we wish all these humans and dogs the best for a long, healthy life together, with plenty of love and marshmallows. Diffy is addicted to marshmallows, what can I say.
We still have a full kennel, this month we’re featuring boys because we only have one girl. Our new girl is Dusty. I know her as Moon, actually Full Moon because she is all black, beautiful, and only two years old. She injured her leg, but it wasn’t as bad as at first thought, and she won’t have surgery, just a bandage that will be changed every week for a month or so. My daughter knows this dog personally, says she is the sweetest little girl, and I can say that she’s the nicest female in the entire kennel. Of course, it was only between her and Michelle, so it was no contest, but seriously, this girl is a beauty, she won’t be here long.
The rest of our kennel is currently all guys. I had nothing but girl dogs all my life up until about three years ago. Now I have two males and a female. I love the male dogs, or at least the ones I have. The girls are great, but not exactly the same as the strong quiet dignity of a big greyhound. Most of them are just a picture of quiet strength and calmness. If you like frenzied excitement and yappiness, you can look at Chihuahuas or Border Collies, but for something that just reeks strength and on occasions, gas, that you won’t have to bail out of the hoosegow, like a Pit Bull or Rottweiler, after a barroom brawl, I strongly suggest checking out one of our boys. Of course I’m kidding about the other dogs, our position has always been that they all deserve a loving home, no matter what breed, so take the ‘other dog barbs’ with a grain of salt. As you well know, or will, after this sentence, we take in all hounds, old, young, sick, healthy, beautiful, not so beautiful, injured, broken, and we stand behind and support all of them. They are our ‘people’, speaking of which, the last five or six in a row have been the ‘broken’ type, coming in with broken hocks and legs. We do our best to get them in here, because the alternative is not always so good, and this is somewhat costly, so we are currently and eternally looking for any and all donations. Try getting a broken leg fixed without insurance and you’ll know what we’re up against. Anyone can find a home for a beautiful healthy dog, but the other less fortunate ones also deserve a chance. The greyhounds are professional athletes, the second fastest land animal, and race for a living, but for some reason, very few of them ever have insurance or Medicare, so it’s a tough road, financially, for them and us sometimes. Remember, the broken dogs may never race again, but their hearts are just as filled with love as any of the others, some of us even believe that they know the story, are grateful, and manage to give more love and devotion than the regular dogs. Not proven, maybe, but widely believed. Have a greyt week, looking forward to the high eighties in a month or two and maybe some greyhound get togethers.