SINGING FOR YOUR SUPPER?

The things you have to do to get fed! Mum gets home from work, does all those stupid boring things like pour herself a drink, kick of her shoes, and gets herself some dinner. What ever happened to our needs. Isn't the fact that we are stuck here all day guarding the house and couch mean anything to our human slave? We have to wait forever before we get our dinner. Little B does the 'I'm cute thing' and keeps putting her head on Mums lap, and I keep walking from the kitchen to wherever Mum is and clicking my teeth at her to give the hurry up. Then if the human slave actually works out what we are telling her (like is Mum slow on the uptake or what), we do the mad bolt to the kitchen fridge, just to make sure that she opens the door and gets the right food out. We then have to stand around while she shoves it into that funny looking tv. Me and Little B always take this time to do a little bonding. Blaze stands there while I have a little nibble on her neck, just so Little B knows that I come first. Then Mum has to add lots of things to our tucker. Like just shove it in the bowl already - WE ARE STARVING. Then to top it all off, we have to practice manners. How is us sitting going to change the fact that WE ARE STARVING.

Yes Mum, we are soooo good, can we eat yet?

RAIN

So we are in the middle of a drought, it hasn't rained in months, Mum is making murmurs of working in the garden and what happens? It bloody rains. Not a gentle spit once in a while, a full on down pour that has lasted 24 hours so far. It wouldn't be so bad except a girl can only cross her legs so long before she has to go outside to do ones and twos.

Mum opens the door, Blaze and me stand there, look outside, and think "You have got to be kidding? You want us to go out in that? There is a nice piece of carpet in the hallway, won't that do?". Next thing you know we are getting shoved out in the middle of the yard and being told "Go to the loo" just loud enough so the whole neighbourhood can hear. Like it isn't embarrassing enough to go to the loo in public anyway (specially when grass hangs out your bum and you don't know how to get rid of it). Blaze races off as if its a time speed trial to see who can do their business and get back inside the fastest. I figure that this is just another opportunity to be had.

Firstly, how long can I make Mum wait before she starts to yell at me "Come inside, you're getting wet". Like dah, isn't this why I didn't want to go out in the first place Genius?

Secondly, I can run around doing zoomies like a lunatic. The best part is that my paws and belly get really muddy. This enables revenge by putting paw prints over everything I come in contact with for the next 10 minutes as long as I can outrun the towel for wiping my feet. This is an example of my efforts with her rug!



Thirdly, if I stand out in the yard long enough I get really wet, thus I start to smell a little like a dog. This is the best time to come in and be affectionate and lean on Mum so she can get a wet leg and feel what it is like to be sent out in the rain.



I might act like I'm stupid, but there is always greyhound reasoning behind everything I do.

GUARD DUTY

Never tell a greyhound that they aren't guard dogs. This is the last few moments of a 5 minute session of guard duty tonight.

SAM BIRD THE GALAH

"Watch Ya doin?" My name is Sam, And I'm a "Gooood Boy!". Bloody Greyhounds didn't share, they stole my treats. I didn't get any. If they come near my cage I'm gonna rip their paws off at the throat. Ask my Mum, she has scars to proove I will do it. I like to look cute and put my head on the side for a "Scraaatch", you get some confidence up, you stick you finger in to rub the back of my head, and BAM. I latch on your finger with my beak and start to grind. I am onery and tempermental. And if the day of the week ends in the letter Y, its will be a toss up wether I will like you or hate you! "Give us a Kiss".

RESPONSIBILITY

So, if you were leaving for work and we looked at you like this, would you think we might be up to something?

It's our job to look after the house, the fish, and Sam Bird our Galah while Mum is at work. Not a lot to ask really.

You can work up a bit of an appetite shouldering all this responsibility. Just as well Sam doesn't mind sharing his treats.

Do doggies want a cracker?

I HAD A DAY OFF!

I was a bit worried when Mum drove off without me. Very sneaky using a pigs ear to distract me while she loaded Amie in the car. I ended up having a nice relaxing day looking after the house and catching up on beauty sleep (not that I need it). I think Mum was expecting me to have a bit of a hissy fit at being left home by myself. I showed her, I slept all day. And when she arrived home, I ignored her until I got all the gossip from Aimes. Sounds like I got the better deal staying home and not having to face all the noise and crowds that turn up at these large GAP promotions. I am a bit sensitive to the noise, it hurts my poor little ears. Once Aimes filled me in in where they had been, I checked Mum out. I cornered her on the couch and went over every inch of her jeans with my nose. I am amazed at how many other greys she can be unfaithful with in such a short time. Mum is such a sucker for greyhounds.

SLAVE LABOUR

Mum was in a rush to get ready on Saturday morning, and when she picked up only one lead, I knew something was up. She bundled me into the car in a hurry locked up the house, hopped in the car, and started to drive off. I'm thinking "Wheres Blaze? This is a bit of ok, one on one time with Mum. Not often this happens". Mum parks the car and makes me walk down to a gate that I vaguely remember from last year. We walk up to the GAP stand and it dawn on me, "Oh no, Ekka. Sticky fingers and kids grabbing ears and tails."

This is the GAP stand - Very swish, retro and cool.

Well it ended up a bit of ok. I was allowed to lie on the GAP couch, and it was Mum who forced me to get up on it. How cool. Now I have the right to get on the couch when ever I want, hehehe. And the pillow for my head was a nice touch Mum, good to know that you are looking after me. Do I look Smug or what!

I hung out with some new greyhound friends and even managed to score myself a little human slave to look after me. Not bad, hey. Thanks Clare for looking after me so well.

The day was so tiring for us greys, its hard work getting cuddles from all those people. Banjo and Gypsy had to take a bit of a break and catch some greyhound zzzz's. Gosh its a hard life - but someone has to put their best paws forward to help GAP. Just as well all us greys are there to help out!

IDIOSYNCRASY

Sharing my Mum with Blaze can be hard at times. Little B is very much a Mummy's girl who can't act to cute to often to get another cuddle. Head on lap is one of her favourite ploys at the moment. She is also very good at squeezing between me and my Mum when I am getting a scritching. She so needs to learn some greyhound manners.

Little B is a little bit 'special'. After living here for 18 months she still doesn't get what the vacuum is about, that no matter how hard the vacuum tries, she isn't going to fit up that hose. She hasn't worked out that dogs howling in a movie when we watch tv aren't hiding behind it, or in the next room. She also hasn't quite got her head around the fact that the reflection in the fish tank doesn't mean that she has 2 Mums, and turning her head on its side, looking at Mum, wagging her tail, and looking back at the reflection isn't going to help figure it out.

I am glad that Little B's idiosyncrasies make Mum laugh.

Confused or Cute?

WE ARE OFFICIAL?

Mum got a bit busy tonight checking out greyhound links for the Greytwalks website. In her travels she started to check out our information on the Greyhound Data website. We both now have our information on the website for all to see. Mum decided to embarass us - everyone else has serious racing photos and she puts up photos of us looking cute. Bloody Mums!

The listing for Blaze can be found here.
The listing for Amie can be found here.

DEFINITIONS OF TIME

Amie and Blazes definition of 'Time'.

Time: We will do it in our way, at our leasure, after we have thought about it, and if there is something that we can gain out of it (i.e. some food, a cuddle, a ride in the car).

The definition of 'Greyhound Time' from Amies and Blazes Mum.

Greyhound Time: Being bloody stubborn!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUNTY BROOKE

Mum got home very late last night. Not good after being gone all day at work. We were so excited to see her. We worked out pretty fast were she had been after sniffing her and smelling Bella, Poncho, Iris, Gracie, and Banjo. Treachery! She had been to the Mad Greyhound Woman’s house and didn't take us. We have only been there once and had a fantastic woofy time playing in the yard and falling in the pool. Mum came up with a good excuse as to why we couldn’t go with her. Aunty Brooke had a birthday and they all went out and celebrated. I heard that Aunty Brooke is a bit of a tea totaler, she ended up drinking something called a Long Island Tea.

Anyway hope you had a good Birthday Aunty Brooke!

This is Aunty Brooke who loves all greyhounds with one of our Foster Boys Chad (formerly known as Skiddattle).

THE SITE FOREMAN PART 2

And where do you think you are going?
There is painting to be done!

This is the view I get of Miss Bossy Britches as I reverse out the driveway. I gather that she is telling me I should be staying at home with her and Blaze and do the painting, rather than going to work. Go the Site Foreman!