At the end of last week Gull doing quite well in that she is standing on one leg without falling over and without constantly flapping her wings, this is improvement and progress. (I am presuming she is a she as is a gentle soul).
I'd always been a cat person, grew up with them, presently have two and was never a dog person. But I always liked Greyhounds, never dreamed you could actually own one. They are special, so special that even Bart Simpson got one way back in Episode ONE, Santa's little Helper. They are sleek and fast, very much like a Cheetah yet don't try and eat you when you attempt to put a leash on them and get them back in the car
A couple of weeks ago this young seagull was discovered in the local park with a horribly broken leg. It had been in torrential rain and was very weak and cold. As I have had some experience with bird care over the years, it came my way.
At a vet visit, it was decided that an amputation was the only way of perhaps saving the gull as its chances were nil as things were, but gulls happily live with one leg, as we have all witnessed at the beach, it was worth trying.
Some dogs whimper or bark in their sleep, while some will sleep perfectly still. And some dogs may choose to sleep in a certain place
in the home and only in that place, while other dogs can sleep almost anywhere. Sleeping styles can be unique to different breeds or even individual dogs.
Certain breeds sleep more than others, which can be troubling to some pet owners with more than one breed of dog. You may wonder why your golden retriever sleeps 12-14 hours per day while your greyhound snoozes for 18 hours plus.
Greyhound Sleep Patterns
Frank came into GAP as a non-chaser just after his first birthday and found his new home less than two weeks later. He now lives in Auckland with the Grice family. Nancy writes:
Frank has been part of our family for nearly two years now. I still clearly remember the day he was collected from the Manukau stadium. It was certainly love at first sight on my part!
On Easter Sunday the Wellington greyhound community held its inaugural Blue Ribbon Walk. This will be an annual event to remember the hounds we have lost over the previous year, with the hounds wearing blue collars or ribbons. The blue is in honour of Kojo, owned by Ann and John Pilkington of Upper Hutt, who died the previous weekend, and always wore a blue collar.
Over 40 greyhounds and their owners took part in the walk which drew much attention along the harbour walkway.
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Just before Christmas Wizard, who loves a good run, managed (yet again) to rip one of his dew claws almost out and proudly stood in the hall way bleeding everywhere and demanding attention. Needless to say it was a quick trip to the vet for a removal, bandaging, painkillers and anti-biotics.
Just an update re Face (now Igor). He will be five on Sunday and I will make sure he has a lovely day. I got a companion for him just over a month ago. She is a Weimaraner (same breed I had before and who died aged nearly 15) and only 16 months old, so very lively and frisky. Her name is Ishtar, from Hamilton. She and Igor play together a lot and chase each other around the garden and have play fights. She is very fond of him but sometimes just keeps on and on mouthing him and trying to get him to chase her, and he sometimes finds it a bit annoying so growls at her to put her in her
If you Google dog training you get over 57 million results! There are so many different ideas out there on how to get the best out of your dog. Since adopting our second greyhound (the first was almost perfect, the second needed help in her perfection) I have read just about everything I can get my hands on. I've also spoken to, and had coaching from, numerous trainers and have been to a number of seminars. There is so much conflicting advice out there and in the beginning it was very hard to decide what to try first.
From the middle of the pack to the middle of the lounge
I pinch myself every morning, wondering if I am dreaming. This new life with my humans is amazing.
I loved my previous life and seriously loved my owner and trainer, but let's face it, I just wasn't that fast. Perhaps I liked to be part of a pack and wasn't comfortable out front. Perhaps I was dreaming of a different life and my daydreaming stopped me from focusing on my racing.