NOTHING LIKE GETTING A BIT FRIENDLY WITH A FRIEND

We had a busy weekend. Mum took us to meet up with some friends and we went for a walk through the city of Brisbane. You don't know how many people are up that early on a Sunday morning, or perhaps they still hadn't gone to bed from the night before.

We walked from the Botanic Gardens up George Street, across Ann Street, Down Creek Street and then cut through the markets (BTW did you know there is some good food there) and then along the river and back to the Gardens along Felix Street. Whew, it was a long walk but we made it. See Mum we do have some stamina when we want to.

Mum had breakfast in the gardens with her friends while they chatted. Of course did we get to share her Eggs Benedict? No, she is a greedy pig, Though she did give us a pigs ear when we got home.

We figured that while they were eating we would lay down and have a rest. Amazing how comfortable a muzzle can be if you lie the right way.



Me and Amie thought we would show everyone how friendly we really are towards each other.

HOUSE INSPECTIONS

These house inspections by potential buyers really suck! Mum has the fetish of pulling out the 'Purple Dog Eater' every second day and allowing it to chase us around the house. It lies there all innocent and docile and then all of a sudden it starts to growl and thats when we clear out. If anyone knows how to tame the savage beast (or at least bribe it into leaving us alone) let us know.

HAVING AFTERNOON TEA WITH FRIENDS

We went out for afternoon tea. Boy did we have some fun. Springer and her two Collie kennel mates Pepper and Cooper invited us over to have a run round. There was us two Woofy Sisters along with Flo, Patch, Rocky, Murphy, another Rocky, and Tiger. Do you know how much fun you can have when there is acreage to run around on? There is so much to see and sniff and chase.

The two Rockys hanging out.

While our peoples were having a chat and some food we figured that we would just hang round, you never know, they may decide to share a bite to eat. We aren't into the wine and champagne, but a drink out of the fish pond goes down quite well (you just have to watch out for the gold fish).

Whats wrong with these greys? No stamina.

All the dogs making themselves right at home.

Some of us are quite ready to enjoy a lie down by the pool. None of us were game to jump in and go for a swim. The doggy spa bath was open for business when two of us got covered in 'you don't want to know what' while playing 'your it'. I know that the flys thought they were a bit if 'it'.

Lazy Blaze lazing by the pool.

And at the end of a big day even our host ran out of puff. For anyone who has met springer this is a sight that you don't see very often - Springers batteries have run out. All it took was 8 Greyhounds, 2 Collies, and a sore paw to wear her out!

Springer actually ran out of spring!

It just occurred to us, this place is just like a doggy resort. Thanks to the K's for having us over. We all had a greyt time!

MUM BOUGHT A NEW CAMERA AND NOW WE ALL HAVE TO SUFFER.

Mum decided that she would buy a new camera. So we have to do our bit and suffer. She wants to work out how to use it and guess who the guinea pigs are? Yup, Me and Blaze, and anyone else who happens to be in the near vicinity! Here are some of her greyhound photos so far.


I am not to sure about this.


I hid under here to avoid you.


How long do I have to pose?


I got tired of posing.

DOESN'T TIME FLY

Gee, we hadn't realised how slack Mum and we have been about updating our blog. Boy have we all been busy.

First, the update on Little B. Little B had her operation to remove the last lump. Dr R is a nice bloke, but Little B has taken a dislike to the whole team at the vets, even the vets wife (and she is nice and gives us treats). Its not that they are mean and horrible, its just every time she goes there they cut something out. Well Dr R took out the last lump and he believes that he has got it all and there should be no problems. We just need to keep an eye out in case any more lumps appear in the future. Yay for Little B. Mum has had a huge sigh of relief, a cup of tea, a bex and a lay down. To much worry for Mum.

This is a picture of Little B a couple of hours after getting home from having her lump cut out. I suspect that she might be on something, she is looking way to comfortable roaching to be in too much pain.



This is Little B's new zipper after the stiches were taken out a week ago.



Secondly, Mum has been madly renovating the house. She is now on the home straight and the house will be going on the market very soon. We have already put in a request for a greyhound playroom, our own bedroom, and a huge backyard. Mum said that when we go to work and earn some money, we can have anything we wish for. In the meantime we will have to make do with what she can afford. I guess we will have to wait and see what she ends up buying. I bet just like her car, it will be all about us.

WHAT A ROUGH WEEK!

Figured that it was my turn to post something instead of the 2 Woofy Sisters.

WOW - this has been a week of ups and downs for Blaze, Amie and Myself. If you have been reading our blog posting from Friday, 21 September 2007, you would know that Little B has had a few lumps cut out. Well basically what started off as something pretty routine turned into something that has kept me on tenterhooks all week. Those who know me well, would know that at the moment I am renovating a house, working full-time, studying to get further qualifications in my chosen profession, running the greytwalks website, trying to update a blog, entertaining 2 naughty but fun greyhounds, volunteering with the Greyhound Adoption Program when I can fit it in, and also trying to have a social life (hahaha). Whew, no rest for the wicked, and who needs sleep?

The last thing I need on top of juggling all these balls in the air is an unclear pathology result on the lump that was biopsied on Little B's chest. Worry is not good when you have a lot on your plate. We got the initial results last Friday night, with further tests needing to be carried out this week on the biopsy. We had a follow up phone call this week regarding this annoying little lump. The results were inconclusive as to exactly what type of histiocystic lump it is and whether it it potentially malignant. BTW I am no good with the big words the vet uses, just as well he has a uni degree. It seems that Little B needs to go back to the Vet next week to have the lump and a good patch of skin around it removed to be on the safe side. I figure she has had it for approx 3 months already (I thought it was an insect bit to start off with), and that she is probably more playful now than she has ever been, so it can't be that bad. But as the vet suggested, it is better for it to be removed now than pay for it later. I went through this a few years ago with a lump on my arm, and it is definitely better to be safe than sorry.

I am sure that Little B will continue to milk it for all the cuddles and sympathy that she can get!

Anyway, here is a cheerful shot of my two girls laying at my feet while I type this up. Isnt it nice to have a devoted fan club who follow you every where!

OH HOW I HATE THE VET

Mum pulled a swifty on me the other day, she took me to the vet and left me there. The nurse is nice and tries to butter me up by giving me treats, but I know its just bribes. And that vet, not such a nice person. They cut out some lumps and made me look like a patch work dog. The only good part was the drugs. As you can see, I am having a great time recovering.

Amie wasn't to sure though. I think she couldn't make up her mind as to what was going on.

I figured that my best option was to just lay there and lap up the attention.

FRIENDS COME TO VISIT

We love it when friends come to visit. It is sooooo exciting spending time with our friends. If only we had opposable thumbs to enable us to open the door so we don't have to rely on Mum to open the door.

GETTING AHEAD

I thought this was a view of Blaze that I have to share. Blaze is a very loving dog. She has a way of knowing what is cute and will get her another cuddle. The latest trick is to lay length wise on the floor beside the couch just to be near me. If I happen to be giving her a cuddle and stop, this is the view I get.

OMG! Dog head with no body.

NURSE MAIDS

Our Mum is Sick! No, not in the head, she has a really bad cold. She has spent 4 days so far in bed, coughing, sneezing, and snuffling all over us. We decided to show a little sympathy, we haven't left her side except to pee and poop the whole time she has been sick. We even check on her in the middle of the night by putting a cold wet nose on her poor hot head. She has been whinging about a head ache, so we have been real careful not to bark when we play. The good thing about Mum being sick is the extra cuddles that we have to give her to make her feel better.

Its even nice to sit beside her on the couch while holding her hand.

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.

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.

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!

WE GAVE PAINTING A GO

While Mum trudges off for another action packed day at the office drawing pretty pictures of buildings again, we thought we would help her out with the painting. She left everything out for us ready to go. All the different types of brushes were laid out on the sink, waiting for someone to come along and use them. Mum had done the hard part of picking the colour of paint, all we had to do was open the can of paint, pour it into the paint tray, and splash it against the walls. One major problem, how to open a tin of paint when you don't have hands. At least the paint brush made for a good toy after we gave up.

DO I GET TREATED SPECIAL CAUSE ITS MY BIRTHDAY

I woke up this morning and realised that it was my day to get treated special! Its my Birthday - so Amie has to be nice to me all day! No picking on me or pushing me around. I Hope you are reading this Amie. No picking on me like you do at the park. Catching me when I am in the middle of a roll is not fair.




We have had a really lazy day lying in the sun and just hanging out while Mum is busy painting our house. She has this idea that the house would be nice if it was painted. I hate the smell of paint, it makes me sneeze. And Mum has managed to get some on my head. Any ideas how to get paint out of fur? At least it is white so it is colour co-ordinated with the rest of me. I think that Mum may be painting for ever at the rate she is going.

P.S. Happy Birthday to Mum as well. I was definatley meant to end up here with my Mum because we share the same birthday.

TO THOSE WHO THINK MY BUM IS BIG

Rasberries to you all!