Thursday, November 3, 2016


Nope, notta thing to report on the hobby front.

This past weekend Wolfy and I went on an overnight trip to Asheville, NC to see Loreena Mckennitt. The concert was fantastic! As was our entire stay...well, except for the bed in our room, that was akin to sleeping on a hardwood floor (and my back is still a mess as a result). As such rather than sleep-in (an impossibility) we were up and going early Sunday morning, and after a much needed nap at home, we eagerly awaited the arrival of our new greyhound!

Wolfy, Myself and Sheba.
Sheba, has joined our family after we went to a greyhound 'meet & greet' the weekend prior and we 'clicked' with her. It was very much a case of she picked us rather than the other way around. She's very laid back and has yet to bark (which is not at all uncommon for Greyhounds). She's a retired racer and breeder and is learning what 'retirement' is all about.

She made sure that nothing was missed in her adoption contract!

Here are a few of Sheba's 'stats':

• 8 1/2 years old
• She raced in 32 races, with 13 wins
• Her average winning speed was approx. 37 mph!
• Mother of 35 pups from multiple litters from 2011 thru 2015
• One of her grandfathers was named Oswald Cobblepot (luckily no limp was inherited, lol)

More often than not she can found sleeping in this spot in our living room.

As you can see, she just about takes up a queen sized bed all by herself!

We're learning too. for example: I took her on a walk on Monday, leisurely paced and maybe 3/4 of a mile. The poor thing, at the end she was so tired I had to pick her up to get her back into my truck's back seat! Odds are she's never walked that far-ever! Indeed, as far as we know she had never gone a walks period until getting into foster care a few weeks ago. Likewise, we're trying to teach her that she can stay out in our fenced yard for as long as she likes. She doesn't have to just go out, do her business and come right back in.

Additionally, I've never had a dog who can watch your every move in the kitchen because her eye level is higher the counter top, and then there's that tail! When happily wagging its a thing of (of potential) destruction! Luckily, our decimator survived unscathed when Sheba's tail caught it by the flight stand and launched it almost clear across the dining room yesterday!

Greyhounds get chilly quite easily, but she slept like a baby under this blanket.
As I'm sure you can tell,  we're very happy with our new pup...well, except for the kitties, they're still mad...but they are adjusting (begrudgingly).


Zzzzzz said...

Excellent !

Kizzy Whizz is a rescue dawg. She's nine and says "Zzzzzzzzzzzz" a lot. She's upside down on the couch beside Mrs Z as I write this.

Dogs are quite amazing; we give them the space we can spare, the time we can spare and the love we can spare and in return they give us everything.

The best deal man ever made.

Da Masta Cheef said...

It truly is!