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John’s Happy Tails Report
3/25/13 Mostly Happy Tales From In And Around Our Kennel And Near The Canal From Where The Ducks Taunt The Dogs.

The less we have to write about the longer the blog gets it seems. A nice quiet weekend for a change, we only had two dogs go out, but last week we took in eleven dogs, so we’re rebuilding slowly but surely. Quiet on the adoption front, but a full house with alumni on Sunday made for anything but a boring weekend. Made progress in catching up on the photos of the new dogs, but eternally behind it seems, which is still better than the alternative.

Roc A By Jukebox (Elvis)

Roc A By Jukebox (Elvis)

Two dogs went out, or have applications from the weekend. This is modest by recent standards but it was mentioned that at one time in the past, two a month was considered a cause for celebration, let alone two a weekend,so we take everything in stride, including the van, which has two wheels in the grave and two on an oil slick. A couple came in on Saturday morning looking for a big black dog. Big Bad Scott was the answer. Our former number one boy in seniority is now headed for his new forever home. Our kennel does have home cooking, but we can’t match a real home with care and love 24/7 like his adopters can provide. Nimby Cokolat had just returned from a very short unsuccessful home trial and she was re adopted again almost before she got in the door and settled. We wish both of them and their new families many years of health and love between them. Rock a by Jukebox, aka Elvis, has requested that I inform the public that he is the new number one boy in seniority. I only mention this because he threatened to sing if I didn’t. The only two things I like him singing are Solo (so low I can’t hear you) and Far Far Away. Enough said on that subject.

Something like eleven dogs entered our kennel last week. Eight much needed girls and three boys are now waiting in our kennel to meet you. First mentioned is Primco Gator Eye, a grandma with an excellent racing career and 23 children. They’re called offspring officially but I call them children anyway. We have a couple of seven year old ladies, Hallo My Yolanda and TMC’s Fantasia. TMC’s Heartthrob is a mature six years old, but doesn’t have a full figure, actually none of the greys do except for maybe Oshkosh Eli, who definitely hasn’t missed any meals. Tam Cassidy Law and Kiowa Mardi Gras are five years old, Greta’s Mary is three, and Rowdy Ridges is our baby arrival, she’s only two and has no professional races. We have a blue brindle boy named WW Char, who won’t be two until April 15th, he’s a tax day baby, and with the word ‘blue’ in his color description, he probably won’t be here very long. It’s a fact folks, on the beach, brown is beautiful, but on the track, blue is beautiful. Sheba’s Prince is a new arrival, four years old, and Flying Commander, who crashed but didn’t burn, limped in and is recovering from a broken leg and will be available when he’s healed.

Cry Yahtzee

Cry Yahtzee

We have a return that was scheduled to arrive yesterday evening. Cry Yahtzee was adopted out, and then moved to Washington (state) where he was miserable with the weather. What’s not to like? Rain, more rain, sleet, snow, cold, damp. In any case, his people must have cared for him quite a bit, they paid to have him flown back here, and it does cost a penny or two to ship animals cross country. So he should be back and ready to try again next weekend and probably would prefer a local residence.

What we did have last weekend was a ton of visits from our alumni, dogs who have been adopted out but come back and visit us on the weekends. We have the large play yard and it was full. Palm Sunday was also a little warm and most of them made their way inside to the air conditioned office after noon, but in the morning it was breezy and beautiful outside and there were over a dozen dogs socializing and relaxing in the sand and turf. Powerpup, now known as Pi(e) is looking very good, we had a couple of blue dogs, Leyla and Breezy, always attention getters, and two of the tailless wonders were in the building, Bella and Dudley Winston. Star and Lizzy, students of the ‘Don’t Tread on Me’ philosophy, were present with their mentor Jazzy. Jimbo was on the inside looking out from his apartment and taking notes for me. Pixie and Bashful were there and I still think that a double date for them with Bear and Oliver would be a match made in heaven, maybe they could borrow Maurice’s hot convertible too, but I’ll keep that to myself. For all the people and dogs mingling, it was really a quiet and stress free weekend. Big Bad Scott’s new people came to visit him on Sunday morning, and Scott saluted his former kennel manager Lee by lifting his leg on her chair while she was in it, his final tribute before he departs for his new home. I guess that’s better than sitting in it and breaking it like I did, but I hope he loses that act before he gets to his new digs. Daire and AJ also dropped in to say woof. So if you think we just sit around and do nothing but snooze all weekend, maybe you ought to drop in and visit us and the greys next weekend. We love company and so do the greys, they will wag their tails for you, and you might just find out what all the buzz is all about. Those of you who already have a greyhound, beware, it is also said that they are like potato chips; it’s hard to stop with having just one. As Michelle might have said, ‘Have a greyt week, I Love Peaches and Greyhounds’. Next weekend is Easter and we’ll be here. I won’t say we’re going to have an Easter egg hunt because we probably won’t, but if you’ve ever seen greyhounds doing an Easter egg hunt, it’s something you wouldn’t soon forget.