Buddy was Border Collie x German Shepard, we loved him so much, he died 4 years ago at the age of 14. All of the pics of him are not digital.

Margaret, I'm so sorry for your loss.....

Jamie, I have friends who live outside Ottawa, and have greyhounds. A couple years ago they had tons of snow -- at one point, the dogs could walk up a snowbank and look over the 6ft privacy fence into the neighbor's yard.

When I'm fussing about our stoopid hawt summers, I remember that we make up for it in the winter months (or should I say the "winter weeks" ?)

Wow! That's a smart dawg!!! Hard to be a dawg parent because of the day they have to leave. Thank goodness for the rainbow bridge.

...saury Do-si-doed.... where are you fiwit? I love that you have greyhounds. I have thought of adopting because they have a 'track' just S. of us, and those poor dawgs are done and then up for adoption. I don't know if I could do well for them though.

Thanks Mary.

Jamie, I'm assuming the track south of you is Dairyland? It's a GOOD track, and they do well by their dogs. They have a thriving adoption program at that track, as well. It's no harder to "do right" by a greyhound than by any other dog who loves you. Daily walks (or if you're lazy like me, a fenced yard), lots of soft beds - not that they'll use them if a couch/human bed is nearby, and a heart full of love. Just like any other dog.

Well, then there are the multitude of fancy collars some feel compelled to buy, the winter coats, the new vehicle so they can fit more dogs in at one time, the bigger house so there's more floor space for dog beds, etc...


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And MULCH! Let's not forget how important mulch is to the well-being of the retired houndie! It keeps the weeds out of their exercise yard, but for goodness sake, don't use your own wood-chipper to chip up the tree branches - you wind up with some pieces that are precisely the right size to get caught in their feet, and that hurts them (just like sweet-gum balls do)

mccash

I use the crazy ole cat as a snow gauge in the the time of the cold and the dark and the white stuff. I toss him off the stoop into the snowbank and see how much of him disappears.... then I run away really fast

Dahlia you have a problem. Not shore what it is but clearly you do my love!!!!

Fiwit...yes, that's the track and I do know a few that have been adopted locally. They have the best eyes in the world (aside from perhaps ostriches) and are so sweet to hug because they sort of collapse into you with love. That's why I don't know how to feel about the 'racing' thang..... they (along with whippets) are so love oriented, yet they love to run. Their time is the track is likely a joy for them but mossing other things. I just don't know if it is a good idea to breed them for gambling, keep them without nurture, then turn them out alone. It seems too that they have some specific physiological issues, as an adopter, how do you deal with that?

but how else do you measure snow JR? Stumpy my rain gauge can't play outside in the cold or he would break, and the crazy ole cat gets all poofed up with fur and a lions mane, and he even gets poofy furr tufts between his toes so he has little snowshoes. sometimes methinks he evolved from an ice age being.

Poor kitty!!!

mccash he thinks its a game. Just like when we try to walk on top of crusty snow to the green house and I fall through. He rarely ever falls through and always wins that game. I usually always win the 'snow gauge' game unless the snow isn't very deep. Then the ferocious ice age creature chases me and grabs my ankle and I do a face plant in the snow

JaeRae said:Dahlia you have a problem. Not shore what it is but clearly you do my love!!!!

Fiwit...yes, that's the track and I do know a few that have been adopted locally. They have the best eyes in the world (aside from perhaps ostriches) and are so sweet to hug because they sort of collapse into you with love. That's why I don't know how to feel about the 'racing' thang..... they (along with whippets) are so love oriented, yet they love to run. Their time is the track is likely a joy for them but mossing other things. I just don't know if it is a good idea to breed them for gambling, keep them without nurture, then turn them out alone. It seems too that they have some specific physiological issues, as an adopter, how do you deal with that?

You have tree-mail.

Dahl, when you have a face plant incident do you pull yer tongue in?

Don't know; can't remember I usually roll over and make snow angels though.

Self imaging ...so sweet!