the chicken

BUSTED!!

I was studiously avoiding the footy on Wednesday night, Patch and I were in front of the heater watching Ugly Betty when I got to wondering where the Rock Star was....

He has been a little sulky lately, prefering to be outside on his own than inside with us. Very odd behaviour from a greyhound! Anyway, I went to see what he was up to and what did I find?

Hmmm, for a dog that isn't allowed on the couch he looks pretty comfy!

I'm quite impressed actually. Patch and Rocky have worked a miracle on Pete. When we first started fostering he suffered it. When it was one dog that was ok with him. Then it became 2, and then 3 and I think the night we had 4 he finally cracked it.

He is now totally wrapped around these guys paws. They get endless attention and baby talk, I quite often find photos on the camera of them "looking cute" when I am saving the SD card. They are very much our dogs now, not just mine. Rocky idolises Pete, sometimes to my chargin. He gets the biggest helicopters and bum wagging excitement when he gets home. I sometimes get that, more usually they bolt past me into the lounge and fight over toys/beds etc and may come over for a pat when they have got what they want.

The part that amuses me the most is how he brags about how good they are to everyone we talk to. I no longer have to help educate people about how wonderful greyhounds are - he does it for me!

I love my dogs and my boy and am so glad he he now appreciates them as much as I do.

Two heads are better than one?

Patch Rat was very distressed that I took Rock Star away for a whole day. She looked all over the place every time I came and went from the house until I finally brought him home. He was a little dopey (or should that be, dopier than usual?) and just looked baffled as to why Patch Rat was all over him the second he walked in the door. He had a little nap to get over the whole surgery thing....

Wasn't sure if he would want dinner after having his mouth played with today. I should know my dog better! Of course he wanted dinner. It just took him a little while longer to eat it than normal. Being the guilt ridden owner that I am I even hand fed him so he didn't have too much work to do.

So all is good, and the dogs realise that much as they love having us all to themselves, they would be lost without each other.

Rocky's Star isn't shining so brightly at the moment

Poor bugger has tonsillitis and a manky tooth. He is on antibiotics to get the infection under control and then off for surgery next week.....

I made the appointment with the vet, she asked me what was wrong with him? Umm, well, I don't know, I think he is lethargic and just out of sorts, but then how do you tell with a greyhound? They sleep all day at the best of times!

Patch knows he isn't well. I think she is trying to exercise natural animal instinct to eliminate the weakest of the pack - she is being ultra nasty to the poor boy lately. They used to run around like lunatics and have the odd wrestle, now she just stands over him and sticks his head in her mouth.

She was nice to him when he came home from the vet today though. She gave us both the Spanish Sniffing Inquisition and then licked him and went back to bed, all the while giving me filthy looks for not taking her in the car too.

Rocks was a little traumatized by the whole trip. There was a little poodle in the waiting room that growled and lunged at him - repeatedly. I was not impressed, I swear that if it had been the other way around the lady would have kicked up big time. So instead I said quietly (but not quietly enough that she couldn't hear me...) "It's ok Rocks, the nasty little poodle won't eat you, he's just jealous of your long legs" After that she told her dog to be quiet and moved him to the other side of her. Yay, thanks for that. My poor tough greyhound has nearly poked his eye out cause his tail is so far between his legs it isn't funny and you finally realise why?!

I forgot that I hadn't been to this vet before and they weren't aware of my intense dislike of all things needle like, I nearly hit the floor as he pulled out a syringe to take blood before I had a chance to bolt from the room. I hate leaving them to have needles stuck in them with only strangers in the room, but then it's better than me being passed out on the floor I guess.

My guilt will assure Rocky a week of special sooky attention and hopefully he will be all good after his operation.