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John’s Happy Tails Report
12/2/13 Mostly Happy Tales From Inside And Around The Kennel, And Sometimes We Get By With A Little Help From The Tourists.

AJ's Crazy Toni

AJ’s Crazy Toni

It was a very bleak weekend as far as greyhound adoptions were concerned. It was so quiet that I feel compelled to mention our cat Bruce the ninja cat warrior is currently playing paper-ball soccer in the hallway. He doesn’t like to lose, so he plays against himself. Quite comical to watch, but I guess you have to be here to fully appreciate it. Thank goodness for the tourist someone muttered yesterday, without them it would have been our version of the Maytag repairman. We had a couple from New York drop by just to get their ‘greyhound’ fix. They’re on vacation and missed their animal, so they stopped by and played with some of ours. The greyhounds were almost the same, but the convertible, shorts, and eighty degree weather will probably be missing when they get back home. Also had some Michiganders (yes, greyhounds do live and thrive up north) who are planning on moving down here in the future. They are veteran greyhound owners, just lost one of their loved ones, and stopped by to check out the kennel and our inmates. Like many owners, they like to have their greys in pairs, so there may be one of ours in their future. We did send twelve dogs to Emerald Coast this past week, so a dozen dogs will be living the good life in preparation for their real homes. We think we have the best kennel in the world, but foster homes are still better in my opinion, as the boys and girls get experience in real home living with full time humans to deal with. We’re also getting more and more emails and letters and pictures from the humans of our dogs that have gone out through the Sunburst Program, which gets them to other parts of the country that have lesser access to greyhound adoption.

Atascocita Daido

Atascocita Daido

Ok, no real in house adoptions last weekend, and there were no returns, but I do have an update on Toni. I picked up Toni, racing name, Ajs Crazy Toni, from a Vet down in the Hammocks last Monday. She was picked up off the street and they cared for her while they searched for her owner, but couldn’t locate anyone. Toni is not a senior citizen, she’s a little black girl, will be seven next February, so she’s no spring chicken, but she’s not yet in the nursing home. She was a brood mom; she has been spayed, and is ready for her forever home. She’s a sweetheart and she’s a good leash walker and car rider. That’s what I know about her so far. We currently have by my count, 30 dogs, and officially I think 33. Three dogs came in at the end of the weekend and I haven’t met them officially yet, although one is named something like Chicks Love Me, and that’s an impressive name. Where would I be now if my mother had named me that? Hollywood? Hollywood jail more likely.

Turbo Catapult

Turbo Catapult

Before I move on to the new dogs, we all want to thank Jill for the fabulous brunch she brought in on Saturday. It was enjoyed by everyone except one idiot who forgot and brought his own Wendy’s. I can call him an idiot because I know him personally, he writes blogs for the kennel, talks a lot, but doesn’t always think or remember things. Maybe Jack will bring something next weekend. We have Dinner with the Doc coming up this Wednesday, please attend if you can. Apparently I am going to be in attendance, so if you need a dog holder, I am available. I also do the poop scooping boogie and a little bit of the brown eclectic-slide, especially when I don’t watch where I’m boogying. The complete details for the dinner are on the website, but it’s this Wednesday the 4th, and it’s from 5:30 until 9 P.M. and Maurice is catering it, which is pretty much all the information I need to know. Bruce is going ballistic, I think he just lost the soccer game and doesn’t know how to handle defeat. Greyhounds are better but cats can be hilarious sometimes.

Atascocita Gar

Atascocita Gar

We received a real nice email from Brenda, who lives in snow country apparently. She adopted Atascocita Gar. Since I used so much space up blabbering, I can’t reprint the whole email here now, but he is doing very well. They love him, he’s adapting to snow, and they’re looking forward to Christmas to see if he accepts the Christmas tree challenge. I will try to update this after Christmas and will hope for a picture of him and Frosty together. He lives with his older adopted greyhound sister and they get along very well so far. Lisa gave me some good ideas for the blog, but she didn’t make me write them down and now they are gone with the wind, lost in the cobwebs of my mind, or somewhere else. Not counting the three greyhounds I haven’t officially met, we also have two new arrivals this past week. Turbo Catapult, aka Riley, is a handsome brindle boy, two years old, and nice sized for a guy, but not large. Atascoctia Daido is a cute little 4 year old black girl with over a hundred and sixty races under her belt, she had a very good racing career and deserves a loving forever home. She is the first dog I have ever given a kennel name to, so I named her Dita, in honor of an old friend from the daytime job’s daughter, she’s quietly elegant, just like the human Dita I know, so you might want to check her out. We currently have only six girls in the kennel, so I’m not pushing the girls, but this one is a little bit special. No adoptions and nothing to write about has turned into four paragraphs, so it’s time to sprint into the sunset and get ready for the big dinner on Wednesday. Have a greyt week, shall return next week good Lord willing and the pee don’t rise.