So yesterday, Hubby and I decided to consult our greyhound guru, lovely M the trainer, top greyhound geezer and keeper of that most wondrous of hounds, Irish Sprinter of the Year, Johnny Gatillo. First surprise was that Mrs M (hello L!) reads the blog. I love it when I hear that people visit me in dotcom land occasionally, but I was especially pleased to hear that Mrs M drops in as she’s very cool (runs her own beauty business from an amazing wooden log-cabin type building on their land) and rather beautiful. And you know I’m a sucker for the well-groomed. Anyhoo, digressing. So M had a look at the pics and was, frankly, undecided. The colour could be right, but maybe she was a bit broad across the head? No ear tattoos, but then she looks too young anyway. He promised to have a look when she’s older and I got feeding/flea (’what do you mean, Head & Shoulders won’t do it?’ ‘Nope, your fleas just won’t have dandruff’)/worm (ew) advice and a good slagging for being a greyhound snob: ‘you’re like Hyacinth Bucket - you should call it Sheridan’. But look at her (admittedly blurry) head in this pic that #1 took (don’t, by the way, look at me - I’d just got up). It’s very greyhoundy, isn’t it?
Anyway, the small furry yobbo continues to rule the roost, although after thoroughly pissing Bert off yesterday by using him as a climbing frame, he finally snapped and issued a loud, growly ‘rururur!’ telling-off, which frightened the pants off her and sent her scuttling backwards across the kitchen (see, he really is brave after all).
Puddles of piddle continue to be an occupational hazard (thank Gordon for slate floors) and house-training is somewhat hampered by the fact that all she wants to do is chew her lead, chase flies or fall asleep on the grass. Still, early days.
Exhibit A: Long, pointed nose
Exhibit B: Long, tapered, thin tail 3/4 length of leg
Exhibit C: Triangular ears, habitually folded back
Exhibit D: Classically greyhound paw construction
Exhibit E: Absolutely shagging bonkers
M’lud, I rest my case…
Comment by jennynib — June 30, 2008 @ 11:28 am
Exhibit F: The ability to fall asleep INSTANTLY, even whilst standing.
Exhibit G: The use of strategic lying down as a method for not doing something that you don’t fancy.
Exhibit H: Absolute and utter adoration of a fellow greyhound (even if, frankly, he’s not really that keen).
Comment by englishmuminireland — June 30, 2008 @ 12:09 pm
Comment by Coastal Aussie — June 30, 2008 @ 1:47 pm
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Comment by june in florida — June 30, 2008 @ 3:34 pm
Comment by Moon — June 30, 2008 @ 4:23 pm
Comment by georgina — June 30, 2008 @ 5:15 pm
Yeah Hubbs, sort it out man, you’re a bad example to the puppy!
Comment by jennynib — June 30, 2008 @ 5:31 pm
Comment by Baino — June 30, 2008 @ 9:05 pm
A sad story in our house tonight, we saw a programme called “Wales this Week” and it was about the person we got our lovely dog from about 5 years ago. She is in court for abuse of her animals, dogs and horses! We were so shocked! We had to get our lovely lad on the sofa with us, he could have been one of those poor dogs!
Comment by Mary — June 30, 2008 @ 9:13 pm
Jen: That’s two!
June: Three! That’s why Hubby wasn’t keen on Milly or Maisy, etc - he couldn’t imagine himself calling for her down the Boat Road heh. x
Moon: Sheesh, I know. I thought by now he’d be going through the night at least!
Georgina: Four votes already - this is proving popular! x
Jen: Poor Hubby - Bert is so traumatised he keeps wanting to sit on his lap, and Madam spends her life chewing his feet or trying to get on top of both of them… He’s a bit squashed at the moment! x
Baino: Five. Yeah, she’s dead gangly. Wormed her yesterday and she did a big spaghetti poo this morning ew!!!! Sorry, too much information there.
Mary: Six! I think Taz is the winner. Oh no, I don’t believe it. Did you think she was like that at the time? How terrible - your lad was one of the lucky ones x
Comment by englishmuminireland — July 1, 2008 @ 10:20 am
The place was scruffy but the dogs seemed ok and there were some rescue horses there too.
We’d seen her on the tele with these lovely dogs, and my husband said ‘that’s it, I want one of those’ so off we went and got our lovely lad, who was 6months old and ‘rescued’, what ever that meant then. We paid a lot of money for him and he has grown into the most delightful dog. I felt sick last night at the thought of what could have happened to him.
That’s all a bit of a rant but I think you will understand.
Comment by Mary — July 1, 2008 @ 11:36 am
Comment by Deborah — July 1, 2008 @ 12:13 pm
Deb: Yep, definitely Taz - she’s the devil and no mistake! x
Comment by englishmuminireland — July 1, 2008 @ 12:27 pm
Some lovel doggie photos this week. You make me want to get a dog except I am still cleaning up after three human rugrats so it’ll have to wait.
Love to Taz XX
Comment by Aidan — July 2, 2008 @ 2:47 pm
Comment by englishmuminireland — July 2, 2008 @ 4:18 pm
We’ll keep that in mind, sounds less painful than getting the snip (ouch!!! me no want that).
Comment by Aidan — July 2, 2008 @ 7:58 pm
So Bert had enough? Don’t blame him! And that’s the way pups learn not to be Rude Dogs. LOL!
Comment by Jay — July 3, 2008 @ 12:29 pm
Great photo (even if it is blurry)
Comment by Ruth E — July 16, 2008 @ 6:17 pm