My Day at the Track

The GAP christmas party was on the other weekend at the Capalaba Race Track. I LOVE the race track. Whenever I get there I get really excited because there is a lure to chase and I get to stretch out my lovely long legs and go for a run (that's what I assume anyway). I soon found out however that's not what happens at the christmas party

For one thing, the lure doesn't get used, I mean really, what's the point of being at a race track when they don't work the lure. And another thing, if the greys ran on the track, they had their owners hanging of their lead, well really, have you ever heard of a human keeping up with one of us, not likely.

My mum 'supposedly' has a bad knee and I have a touch of arthritis and they were the excuses she used so I didn't even get to have a little run, she can be so mean sometimes. I mean, look at me, this is obviously someone who wants to run. I spent the whole day dragging my mum towards the fence and putting my ears up and jumping at my lead so you think she could have been a little nicer, but no.

I guess it was nice to catch up with my old foster carer and some of my other friends, I'll live in the hope that next year I can convince mum to run with me.

I'm So Cute

One of the things I love most in the world is to hang my head out the window when mum is driving me anywhere. I just love doing this, I get to check out all the people and stuff going by and get the wind in my face. Mum knows I love doing this and leaves the windows down for me, isn't she wonderful. Recently we went to a greytwalks at Wynnum and on the way home, Aunty M took this photo of me.

Finally mum gets to see me like other people do and don't I just look so cute? Now I know why people want to talk to me at the traffic lights. I had my friends Patch and Rocky in the car at the time so the back seats were down and if you look closely enough you see that mum's vision is somewhat obscured, but you know, my enjoyment does have to come first.

Mum Not Happy

My mum has banned me from playing with my friends Patch and Rocky. Apparently I've been learning bad habits from them (just because I decided to see why they kept stealing mum's toys). This was the end result and frankly if mum decides to mow rather than pay attention to me, I don't see what the problem is.

Now so totally understand why Patch and Rocky have so much fun. I'm sure mum will let me play with my friends again eventually, but in the meantime it was so worth it.

I have to draw the line somewhere.....

I do not expect everyone to be as perfect and well behaved as I am. That would just be silly, how can you beat perfection?!

However, I do think that when out visiting one should show some decorum. Lately I have been less than impressed with Rocky and Bullwinkle, I mean, Patch.

I open my home to them and they show little respect.
Rocky is obviously just a silly boy, after all, he is the dog that walks straight off the landing and falls a storey.... still, this doesn't really excuse him from coming here and behaving the way he does.

In the last few visits he has racked up a list of demeanor's, these include but are not limited to;

pissing on mum's clean sheets that were hanging on the washing line

pissing on MY water bowl in MY kitchen

pulling the eye out of one of mum's display toys - display means not to be eaten by dogs!!

stealing the penguin - every time....

Patch is not much better, her list consists of;

racing up the stairs and jumping on me

scruffing up the blankets on mums bed

stealing the display toys

stealing shoes

unpotting plants

eating the cheese and chocolate when nobody is looking - ok, I admit partial guilt on that one, she got the cheese and I helped with the liquor chocolates.

I have nothing against them, and they make me look really good, but this has to stop. They are just not polite anymore!

The troublesome twosome

It's not that I don't enjoy laughing at Rocky's expense. Today he thought that his mum had come back to get him - the ice-cream van went past and he was in raptures after the initial confusion of hearing what constantly goes around in his head out loud - dumb boy. I tend to just sit back and watch the pair of them behave like small children. Patch had the audacity to growl at Rocky when he tried to get close to Adele, really, save the domestics for home please.

So I have layed down the paw and said that they are not to come over unless they can behave like greyhounds should. Like I do. I went to Greytgirls today and did what should be done. I walked in, lay down and went to sleep. Unfortunately my nap was cut short as we were only passing, but I did the right thing..... take notes Rocky and Patch.

This is how one should behave when visiting.

Lazy Sunday

Today was one of those hot Brissie days that you spend laying around if you are unlucky enough to not have air conditioning.

This is what I look like after our evening walk, yes I did want to walk until half way around then decided it was too hot and literally stolled home. Am now laying in front of the door trying to gain whatever breeze comes through the screen.

Have a wonderful wafting smell throughout the house of chicken baking and yes I usually score some of the skin, have a cool breeze and mum is home, what more could a girl ask for.

My Little Friend

I know, I know, it's been a while again, but I've been a very busy girl. My grandpa and grandma decided to have a bit of a holiday up north and mum was asked to look after their little girl for a week (I guess it was payback for them looking after me).

Cassie and I are pretty good friends although she doesn't seem to like it when I bound in to play with her and mum, guess I am a little big from her angle.

To make my week even more special I got a sore paw and had to be left inside every day for a week. This meant I couldn't run around my racetrack in the yard, bit of a bummer but I guess I really only sleep all day anyway. Got mum back though by playing with the 'restricted' stuffy toys on the bed (lucky mum was a little too grumpy to remember the camera or evidence would be available for all to see).

The life of a greyhound in retirement really is a very stressful thing.

It's About Time

Well my mum finally decided to come into the latest century and get broadband so I can finally do my own blogging - YAY (not that I'm not eternally grateful for the wonderful job done by my human aunties in helping me out).

Well I just thought I would show you exactly how hard I work around the house. While my mum was mowing, washing, folding stuff, ironing, mopping, weeding (etc etc) on Sunday, I was doing the job I think is the most important of all.

Now, as you can see, I was diligently guarding the bed. I mean how upset would my mum be if she came in from doing all this work to find the bed stolen. I dare any would be robber to get this bed out from under me. I mean really, how would this household and my mum keep it together if it wasn't for me.