Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Starving




No, not Travis. Katie would just like you to know that she is starving. Despite the fact that Mom fed her an extra 2 big chicken backs yesterday at 10 PM (we feed only in the mornings), she still was quite unhappy about her skipped breakfast this morning. If only I could reason with her. Katie did not have to arrive at the vet hospital for her toe removal until 11 AM, so I had this face glaring at me all morning while I worked. Katie is the face of food motivation. When I teach greyhound obedience training classes, I always ask that the greyhounds not be fed prior to class so that they are extra hungry and excited about the treats. Katie, the exception to the rule, had to be fed prior to classes, events, shows, and training sessions just because she becomes too food motivated and has to have the edge taken off.



Her toe amputation went fine. Stephen will be picking her up on the way home from work. He is excited about making the toe into a key chain. Kind of like a lucky rabbit's foot.... this would be a lucky greyhound's toe (fat and mangled, but lucky nonetheless). And, of course, it would be a little piece of our "Pumpkin" that could last forever....... just kidding :-). That would be terrible!


Nothing to report on Travis. No change.





Reagan is a little pistol. She has no patience for this geriatric stuff. I am still working her everyday otherwise she would drive me even crazier with more energy. She is really turning into one of my greyhounds..... a well trained, pain in the butt. Sometimes I just have to put her in a crate to get her out of my way. She follows me everywhere in the house..... not quietly like Travis..... but races after me. Its a double edge sword. I love for them to be alert and ready for anything, but it would just be nice to be able to turn them off sometimes.



I need to get Stephen in the backyard so he can film Reagan's teeter and weave poles. She is coming along very well. The teeter is getting close to full size and she's slamming it down with no problem and she is offering a 2-feet-on-2-feet-off contact (where her 2 back feet remain on the board and she holds the position until I release her). Her jumping is coming along. She is starting to learn how to cross (change sides with me). Her front crosses are pretty good (me crossing in front of her). In the weave poles, here rear end is still disorganized, but I think it is getting better. Still no rush though. She turned 15 months yesterday. She already knows so much more than Katie did at 32 months or Travis at 41 months.

Here she is getting acquainted with Daddy's belt :-). She's a fighter.... going to teach that belt a lesson.

5 comments:

KF-in-Georgia said...

Fortunately, no one here has ever learned a schedule. Breakfast is the meal they get after mom gets up--which could be 5 am or 11 am, and woe to the dog who pesters mom for anything more than needing to go out and pee (after which, mom goes back to bed). Sometimes, when someone has a shaky stomach, mom's been known to get dressed, walk dogs, then run out of the house, forgetting to feed anyone. Horrified looks all around, but no one starves to death. (And by dinner time that night, both dogs have been fasting for 24 hours...)

And dinner is when mom gets home...more or less. Whining wins someone a trip outside to pee. It never gets anyone food, even if it really is dinner time.


If poor Katie had known what was in store for her, she really would have bugged you for food, and would have played every pity-card she possesses. And it's got to be disappointing for her, seeing Travis get extra food.

Reagan sounds a bit like my Jacey. Jacey sometimes is asleep upstairs in my bed, but if I get up from the sofa and stealthily move to the kitchen for more ice for my drink, she's up, down the spiral stairs, and in the kitchen fast enough to step on my heels. She doesn't get anything to eat on those trips, but hope springs eternal... (Jacey is the one who runs to the kitchen when she hears the microwave. And if I don't get up and follow her, she comes back to get me. Mother's little helper.)

I'm glad the Midget is doing well...and giving you something to focus on besides her elders.

Best wishes to all your gang, from all of mine.

IHateToast said...

don't scare people with that title! i thought it was a turn for the worse, not about a drama queen. it's because she's a katie (ie). we katys (y) never overreact... when someone is looking.

i think you need to bury the toe like in fried green tomatoes.

Never Say Never Greyhounds said...

Kathy, Reagan is on your sort of schedule. She doesn't know when she gets to eat either. She watches the others eat and the others have to watch her eat. And everyone gets to watch Travis eat.

Ihatetoast, I didn't realize you bury fried green tomatoes. Unfortunately, we left it at the hospital. I suspect it will be going out in the trash :-).

Jen

KF-in-Georgia said...

In Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe, a child loses his arm in an encounter with a train. The arm was buried with great ceremony.

In real life, Stonewall Jackson's arm was buried near the field hospital where it was amputated. Jackson was buried near VMI (in Lexington) after he died of pneumonia. On a drive through Virginia, I saw a sign that advertised "Stonewall Jackson buried here" and wondered which burial ground I was near. ;)

Never Say Never Greyhounds said...

LOL.... okay, yes I remember that scene in the move "Fried Green Tomatoes". Now it makes sense.

Jen