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Chew On This

Audrey, our youngest Italian Greyhound (IG), loves to chew. In addition to toys, anything is fair game: her dog tags, Max’s collar (her brother), wires, walls, windows, and anything else she can find.

Audrey chewing on the window

An elegant breed, Audrey can make IGs look goofy.

IGs are dignified

Because of Audrey’s propensity to gnaw, we raise our wooden vertical blinds out of reach and position the pulls where she can’t touch them. This is the damage she can do.

A pull before and after Audrey

The other day, Stephen raised the blinds but forgot to tuck away the pulls. I heard Audrey chewing on the knob and reminded Stephen of the need to displace the pulls. Here’s what happened.

Stephen: You know, you could have handled that better.

Pam: What are you talking about?

Stephen: The blind pulls. What you should have done was move the pulls yourself. You should also move them any time I forget in the future. Eventually I’ll notice what you’re doing and I’ll feel guilty. Then I’ll learn my lesson and start doing it myself.

I paused, initially thinking he was serious. Then I realized it didn’t matter whether he was or not and I burst out laughing, thus marking the end of the conversation.

BTW – he took care of the pulls himself.

May the farce be with you!

Your IFF,

Pam

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How Much Is That Doggy In The Window

Stephen and I decided to do some mall walking. During our stroll, we ran across a puppy store. While we would never buy a puppy from a store, we like to stop in and take a look. The puppies are kept in cribs that are set low to the ground. If you were so inclined, you could easily reach down and pet a puppy. However, the store staff won’t allow any of the dogs to be touched. This is the equivalent of putting little kids in a candy store and telling them they can’t have any. It makes no sense.

All the puppies were cute but one in particular caught my eye – a Chinese Crested.

Powderpuff Chinese Crested – mostly hairless

These dogs are small and bald. I’ve always been curious about their personalities and how they would compare to Italian Greyhounds, my breed of choice.

Italian Greyhounds

The store wasn’t too busy, so we asked if we could see the dog. The sales representative tapped the puppy lightly and concluded he was sleeping. She then covered him with a blanket to prolong his nap. She explained their policy was not to wake the dog and that if he woke during our visit, we could see him.

The sales rep had no idea we weren’t serious shoppers. Had we been, they would have lost a sale. This seems no different than going to buy a car and being told you can’t sit in it or take it for a test drive. Now who’s going to be crazy enough to buy THAT car?!? Other than the 500,000 people who preordered a sight unseen Tesla, of course.

Tesla Model 3 – 500K preorders before production started

That may not have been the most effective analogy.

May the farce be with you!

Your IFF,

Pam

Audrey’s First Birthday

On August 31, 2017, we brought home the newest member of our family – Audrey, an Italian Greyhound. The breeder had a webcam and posted frequent pictures on Facebook as Audrey and her litter mates grew. We had never seen a puppy grow and it was awesome. In honor of Audrey’s first birthday (May 19), here are a few pictures of her then and now.

 

Special thanks to Dennis Goethe for capturing photos of Audrey as a tiny baby, allowing me to use the pictures and for Audrey, herself.

May the farce be with you!

Your IFF,

Pam

 

Our First Christmas With Max

We adopted Max the end of March, a beautiful four year old Italian Greyhound. He’s a southern boy from Kentucky and has not adapted well to the cold weather. Since he’s from the south, he’s never had to wear clothes to keep warm, so every time we dress him, he refuses to move. Therefore, it was relatively easy to get these pictures of Max dressed up for the holidays. Enjoy – I guarantee Max didn’t!

This is how Santa would look if he was an Italian Greyhound

With a beard…

Max is secure enough in his masculinity to don a Christmas tree outfit that looks like a dress

Don’t worry Max, we won’t ever mount your head.

A bunny sweater that looks suspiciously like a deer.

Santa’s little helper.

I would like to thank Max for his sacrifice. He was (and is) a good boy.

May the farce be with you!

Your IFF,

Pam

 

Dog Halloween Poem

As dusk arrives on Halloween,

the puppies run, the kiddies scream

with delight.

They’ve never seen

these costumes on the dogs.

Princess,

pirates,

skeleton,

yellow submarine,

quarterbark & cheerleader,

cowboy dressed in jeans.

Buns with a real dog inside,

a skunk that’s safe – no need to hide

A family photo filled with pride,

 

May the farce be with you!

Your IFF,

Pam

 

 

Clear Misunderstanding

Last week I took Max to the vet for a routine vaccination. Before we went in, he looked like this.

Max doesn’t know that he’s going to the vet although he looks suspicious.

When he came out, I thought he would look like this.

Hot dog at the Bordello

Or this.

Top dog at the bordello

It’s with mixed feelings that I report Max is neither a gigolo nor a pimp.

Apparently, Max was not vaccinated for Bordello but rather Bordetella. I think it’s clear why I misunderstood.

May the farce be with you!

Your IFF,

Pam

Oops, We Did It Again

This has been an eventful week in my household. Last weekend, Stephen (human), Dewey, Mia (Italian Greyhounds), and I drove 130 miles to meet Max, a 3-year old Italian Greyhound.

Max – on the rescue website

Dewey is 14 and Mia, 13 (both from the same rescue organization as Max). We had been thinking of adding a young dog to our pack family who had the potential of becoming a therapy dog and we found that in Max. He came home with us. On the drive home, Max’s foster mom sent me this picture.

From Max’s foster mom

As excited as we were to adopt Max, it was also stressful. We weren’t sure how Max would fit in and whether the other dogs would accept him.

Max and Stephen on our first night home

Mia liked Max right away but Dewey pretended that Max wasn’t there.

Two buds

On our first full day together, Max wanted to be on my lap and I found I couldn’t get anything done so I improvised, creating a situation where Max could be with me but where I didn’t have to hold him with my arms.

Max is in the bag. I’m glad he only weighs 11 pounds.

Day 5 Max was still clinging to me…

Sweet little Max

and Dewey finally acknowledged his existence. I think everything is going to turn out fine!

At the end of Max’s 6th day

May the farce be with you!

Your IFF,

Pam

 

 

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