THE SITE FOREMAN

What are you doing up there Mum?

This is the view I get of Amie coming in every few minutes to check on how I am going with the painting of the kitchen. Nice to know that I have a good Site Foreman.

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.

FLOWER POWER

I had to share the power of flowers to add a splash of colour into ones life. Thanks Greychicken for the flowers on my birthday! It made up for the drab chore of painting.

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!

DOES MY BUM LOOK BIG?

Just a quick question from one greyhound to the rest of the world

Does my bum look big?

THE THINGS THAT YOU HAVE TO DO!

After discussions between ourselves while Mum was hard at work, we decided that we could post a mixture of little stories about what we get up to and funny greyhound photos that Mum takes while we are out and about. Its about time that we put Mums skills with a camera to use. Mum is a bit of a gadget junkie, this is our way of giving her something to do that keeps her out of the way while we take over her precious couch!

Mum has a couch fetish - she bought a new couch earlier this year and gets upset because we think it is better than the old one. The old couch was so bad that we wouldn't even sit on it! This is me looking very unhappy trying out the old couch after being told about a billion times to stay off the new one. The new one was built for greyhounds - big and wide for us to stretch out. She thinks she was out smarting us by buying us new big bean bag beds. How wrong was she! Bean bag beds are good, but the new couch is waaaayyy better.

You even have to keep a look out just in case she sneaks up on you while you are having a sleep. Nothing like the screaming banshee having a go at you because you are resting your poor weary paws on something that she doesnt seem to want to share.

We ended up having a vote on it and came to a compromise. What Mum doesn't see can't hurt her. She stopped acting like a greyhound drama queen yelling at us, and we would only get on the couch when she is at work. Nothing worse that listening to a human slave whinge about fur on the couch. Build the bridge Mum, you work in the building industry for crying out loud!

TIME TO JOIN THE IN CROWD

All our friends have one, the Jones's have one, and we want one! Nothing like being part of the in crowd. Our Mum finally gave in after lots of howling like the drama queens that we are, and gave us our very own blog. Now we have to harass her to type it for us, as we missed out hopping in the queue when opposable thumbs were handed out! Our names are Amie and Blaze for those who haven’t met us. We are two elegant greyhounds, not that you would guess it from the nicknames that our Mum gives us. Smelly Bums or Potato Heads aren’t exactly elegant sounding when you are out to impress the crowd. As you can see from our photo, we are fairly happy greyhounds. That's me, Blaze on the left and that's me, Amie on the right.

We adopted our Mum a while back. Aimes came along first and put Mum into training. Little B barged in a year and a bit later as a foster grey who never left. Our Mum suffers from the ‘soft touch’, meaning that if we act cute, we can usually get our way. She is wising up though, so we will have to work our greyhound charms a little harder to keep putting one over her.

We figure that we would make this blog about us (is there any better subject to talk about) and our greyhound friends. We might even include a few antidotes about our human slaves occasionally as well.