May is party central

May is party central in the gardens. Everybody it seems is celebrating a birthday and Adam is leading the pack.

Buddy and Adam discuss where they are going for their first bone. Of course, since Buddy is totally toothless, he's thinking there had better be a selection of softer items. He does have a few years on Adam.

While we were out this evening taking Adam's birthday picture, we noticed a thickening under Adam's jaw. It's a hard lump.

I'm not going to lie, we have been way too many hard lumps in our history with greyhounds.

 

I made a mad dash back to the pictures I took on Tuesday night and there isn't a lump there so I'm hoping beyond hope that when I take him to the vet clinic in the morning it's nothing.

So for now sweet Adam, kick your heels up sweet boy. Happy 11th birthday!

'Twas an ear-ie night

A study in dyptychs. White and red brindle.

Fawn.

I guess with all of the spring-like noises, everyone was on ear alert.

Say it isn't so

Please, please tell me it isn't Monday already.

The week-end just got started.

Perfect Fall Day

Today was a perfect fall day. Perfect for the hounds to just hang out on the acre.


A perfect day to just watch the clouds float by.


A perfect day to take a nap.


And a perfect day just to catch a few rays.

Lovin' this fall weather.

Oh Puhlease

We have spent how much in soft cushy beds for you and where do you want to sleep?

That my dear doggies is the middle of the floor in the middle of the room.

Sunset at the pond

We thought we would take Adam down to the pond tonight for the sunset.


It didn't quite work out for me like I had hoped with Adam.


The purple weeds on the other side caught my attention, they were pretty stunning.


But they were nothing like the painted reflection in the pond when Karen had me turn around and take a look.

The Homecoming

Every night for nearly five nights they watched and


and they waited ever so patiently for me to come home.


The minute I walked in the door in the wee hours of Saturday morning it was a party.

My greeting was incredible. All eyes on me as tails wagged and tongues delivered the sloppiest wet kisses.

To say the least, it feels pretty darn good to be home.


Well almost. I didn't miss the mosquitoes.

Summertime and the livin' is easy

Lovin' the summer nights.

Greyhounds Don't Shed

One of a greyhounds more desirable traits is their amazingly easy coat care. Most of them shed very little, if at all.


There is however, a very rare hybrid known as the wooley mammouth greyhound. Adam is one of the decendants. Just a little shake in the backyard,


And we get a flurry of hair. Doesn't really matter which season we are celebrating, and it doesn't matter how much we brush him, Adam is just one of those wooley greyhounds.


A slight breeze will kick the hair off of his back, but he's our wooley boy and we love him.

The Double-Digit Gang

It was time to take another double-digit gang picture. Lighting was perfect, cooperation wasn't so perfect.

Seven dogs, ages 10 to 13.5. Two black, two white and fawn, one white and brindle, one fawn and one brindle.

Many, many images and I don't think one shot was produced with all of them looking at me.

Duncan and Murphy exchanged a few pleasantries. The lump that continues to grow in leaps and bounds shows up quite well here.

Here's the line-up: Left side, back to front - Roxy 13.5, Buddy 12.5, Blender 11, Murphy 12

Right side, back to front - Jori 10, Adam 10, Duncan 11

And this one is the family photo, yes even Karen and I are card-carrying members of the double-digit gang.

Yo Adam

Hey, you over there. Yes, I'm looking at you.


Do you see anything different about me?


I'm an official member of the Double-Digit Gang today. As we all know, membership has it's benefits.


Extra cookies! Woo hoo.


So please, join me in a round of Happy Birthday to me.

In case you're wondering

Mom has gone back to working four-tens. She's adjusting to work just fine, but seems to spend a whole bunch of time chasing her tail when she gets home. It's a good thing we sleep alot.


And poor Danny Bleu still has not completely recovered from his accident. He's still limping on his front leg. Poor baby.

It's the week-end

Woo hoo! It's the week-end, a three-day week-end.


Yup, got my chair, my remote. I'm ready to take on the satellite dish.


Yo woman, where's my beer?

Cooperation

You know guys, I feed you well. How about some cooperation.


Ears up and perky.


Eyes to the camera.


Smile?????

Houston, we have a problem

Momma T is in the kitchen. She never cooks. Not ever.


Ya, I heard something like, "blankety blank, didn't have to have my glasses on last time I tried to use the blender and the Cuisinart". Then I heard something about grandma being a dump cook. Doesn't everyone know how much 2 boxes, 1 can and a carton equals? Aren't they all standard sizes?


Yup, keeping a low profile here. Think McDonalds might be in the future for the office potluck.