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John’s Happy Tales Report
1/27/15 Mostly, But Not Always, Happy Tales From Inside And Around The Fog Kennel.

I don’t usually mention the passing of a greyhound, a lot of times I don’t even find out about it until well after they are gone. With an average life span of twelve to fourteen years, usually minus the racing career, many are seemingly here for a moment and then gone, especially the ones that pass at a younger age, well before their time, or what we consider their time. I am fortunate to hold the strong belief that whatever time they have with us is what’s destined to be, whether it be eight or ten years or eight or ten weeks. My greatest satisfaction is knowing that in the end, whether it be for years or just days, that each grey finished his career in a loving home no matter the length of time. We even have a policy that each dog that has died in our kennel was adopted, even If it was posthumously, so that they at least had someone who cared about them even if they weren’t in a private home. Yesterday I learned that my favorite greyhound was dying, and in fact died, either in the afternoon or the evening. Not being immediate family, I learned of this too late to go see him, but I have learned that he had the humans he loved and that loved him, at his side, so it was the best if could have been under the circumstances. His name was Hallo Sinsoney, we called him Sony, and he was renamed Sonny. He lived in a beautiful home with beautiful humans and a beautiful greyhound brother and sister. He truly had heaven on earth if a dog can have such a thing, he was happy, his people were happy. He was only seven years old, he had internal problems, gall bladder and other infections that I can’t pronounce, I don’t have all the information, but I believe it came on suddenly, which is good because it hopefully shortens suffering. Sony, as I always call him, engaged me in a conversation the first time we ever met and did so continuously every time I met him, even after he had been adopted and returned for visits. And these were real conversations, what he was telling me I have no idea, but we had some interesting talks and I have witnesses that will verify this. He has left us, it’s my heart that is broken, all though I know he’s in a better place and not suffering. I didn’t mean for this to be a book, but I wanted to mention his passing because, like everyone who has lost a dog, he was not just number or nameless animal in the millions that pass through this earth, he was a loving member of a loving family until his end, and he will be remembered by those who knew him.

Slash

Slash

In the kennel news, on a happier note, Mattie has been adopted out and we wish her and her new humans the best. Mattie is nine years old, so I’m even happier when a senior gets a new home. Her brother Frankie did not get to go with her, but half a loaf is better than none, and maybe his name will be here in the adopted section next week. I have the up to the minute current list and we have five dogs that are looking for their forever home. Bella is our only girl, five years old, black, not cat tolerant, but big and playful for a girl, so if you’re looking for a girl with spunk, you might want to check her out. Frankie is Mattie’s former partner in crime, he’s nine years old, cat tolerant, a good looking fawn gentleman that acts younger than his age. I met him at the meet and greet which we have every other week at the Pet Supermarket on East Sunrise Blvd, and he looks better for his age than I do for mine. Slash is six years old, white and brindle and is cat tolerant, Rocky is five years old, not cat tolerant, but is good looking and has no shortage of energy. Max is ten years old, white and black, and there is a new dog that just arrived, I know nothing about him except that he is a male last time he looked. Bruno is a brand new arrival, don’t know if he is the same dog or a different one, the other one has no name. Bruno is seven years old, he is a return. I have a partial story on him, that he lived in a home with a Chihuahua, which was bad enough, but then his humans acquired another Chihuahua and he got into a drunken brawl with them one night and he was expelled from the house. I can’t verify the drunken brawl part, but apparently he got into an argument with the Chihuahua and he ended up on the losing end of the home stick. Buddy and Dottie were also adopted out last week. I do not actually know either one but it looks like both are doing well in their new homes.

Frankie

Frankie

I will have to end this week’s edition, I am at the risk of expiring before I finish when I go this long. On a closing note, those of you who know Chumlee, he’s reportedly taking behavior classes. If you’ve ever heard of or seen the movie Marley and Me, no further explanation is necessary. Also, some of us are trying to arrange a dog park takeover, maybe next weekend at Easterling? Park, in Oakland Park, hopefully Pacino’s pop or Slugbug’s Mom or one of them will post up on the website or Facebook, and maybe we can get together. So we take the good with the bad, and move on. Have a greyt week and feel free to contact us with any news, pictures, ideas, etc. we love to hear from our alumni and their humans.