PetSmart and Trash Night!

Last night was THE BEST!

First, Mom took me in that noisy car to a place called PetSmart.  I had a little trouble getting into the car, but I jumped out just fine.  So many great smells and people to meet.  I wasn't too happy with the big dogs I saw, but the dogs my size that I met were all so nice.  I wanted to play with a little dog we met, but she was scared....not just of me.  Of everything.  Silly girl.  Mommy said I behaved nicely.  I don't think she's still mad about the mangled magazine any more.

Then I got weighed.   I'm 59.7#.  Kind of a small greyhound and a good size for a female.  I'm shorter than both my foster siblings, but there's nothing fragile about me.  Sturdy is the word the vet tech used.  Something about not being able to see any of my ribs.  That may mean Mommy is going to feed me less.  But I got a treat at checkout, so the diet hasn't started yet.

Then, later we took our regular "family" walk.  The three of us dogs are looking pretty good together as a team now.  We all know where to walk.  I always get the middle spot because I walk so nicely.  IT WAS TRASH NIGHT!  I confess, I stopped to smell most of the recycle bins.  Wonderful!  Can't believe they only have this event once a week.  I didn't want to go back inside, but I was so tired from the long day. 

Can't wait to see what tomorrow brings.  I heard mom talking about leaving me out of my crate for awhile in the evening when they're out at a party....probably with my muzzle on.  Hope so!

NO ACCIDENTS!

I've been at my foster home for more than 5 days now and I haven't had one single accident!  I haven't messed up my crate or the wonderful blankets I have in "the big room" (that's where the toy basket is!)  During the day, my mom makes me stay in my crate, so when she gets home after 8 or 9 hours I'm racing to the door to go outside, but I don't make a mess inside.  Aren't I greyt?

I'm learning something new:  magazines aren't for shredding.  I tried that last night and mommy was SO mad.  I thought she put it on the floor just for me.  I didn't know.  Then she yelled at me, and I went to my crate with my head down.  I wagged my tail just a little when she came to close the crate door, but that didn't make her happy.  I think she was smiling when she left, but I'm not sure.  This morning, she was happy again, but I wouldn't walk by the chair where the magazine was.  Another scary thing...like that stop sign pole.  I promise I'll be good tonight...maybe the Cardinals will win if I'm better!

Mommy says I'm so sweet!

Aren't all greyhounds as well behaved as I am?  Apparently not!

I walk politely, and I only like the sidewalk, not the grass.  I don't pull or stop to sniff everything.  I DO like to stop and look around at all the new sights, but all without being crazy.  I got tangled up around a strange pole at a corner last night.  Terrifying!  Strange that there's a pole in such an odd spot.  Mommy said it's a stop sign.

I eat politely!  seems that's not overly common.  I like to eat one delicious morsel at a time.  And chew it up with a smile on my face.  My brother and sister, especially my brother, eat SO fast!  I've just finished 4 or 5 pieces of dry dog food, and he's finished.  Not me....I like to taste every flavor!  Sometimes I stop eating to go get my favorite stuffy toy.  I bring it back to the eating area so I can keep an eye on it.  Those things fly, you know....

I can do stairs!

Guess who has mastered stairs already?  ME! 
Everyone said it might take days to learn, but me?  I've mastered them already!  Going up and down eight steps (to my wonderful backyard with grass) is really easy.  Seriously!  what was everyone worried about?  Going upstairs....well, that's a little harder!  I'm kind of scared, but since the other dogs are up there, I just go carefully to see what there is to see. 
Coming down those big stairs.... I go REALLY slow!  But I can do it!  Yes I can!  And I'm so proud of myself!  Maybe tomorrow I'll run up and down the stairs like my big brother does....stay tuned.

They call me Allie

I have a name now!  Allie.  Some think I was called Alice before, but I don't seem to recognize it.  I respond sometimes (if it suits me) if they call me Allie, and if they are offering to pet me.  I could get used to this.  I'll learn whatever name someone decides to call me if they want to pet me.

And I love these things called mats!  I have three to choose from, and I can trade anytime one of my new grey friends gets up.  And all these toys!   Did you know some of them squeak?  and they can fly through the air if you play with a silly smile on your face!  Loving life here!  SO much better than the kennel at the track. 

Who's Dog - Day One

Life is sure different today!  These people I've never met picked me up and put me in the back of this big noisy thing called a car.  Then it started moving!  Luckily there were lots of blankets in the back, so pretty quickly, I figured out that everything was easier if I just laid down.  I had to rough up the blankets to get them "just so", then I put my little head down and took a nap!

We got "home" (whatever THAT is) and I pranced up two steps all by myself.  And I have two other greyhounds who seem to want to be my friends.  We'll see how that goes.  And they have a whole box of soft fluffy toys that squeak.  Today I'm kind of scared of them - the dogs and the stuffies.  Maybe tomorrow will be better.

Who's Dog? Maybe Your Dog?

This lovely lady, could be YOUR dog...

Photo by Jimi Filo of Jimi Filo Photography