We picked up Cleo on Thursday. The poor baby had just come out of surgery after having 12 teeth removed - however, she settled into our home and straight into our hearts instantly.
She travelled from Levin to Masterton well - she loved looking out the windows, and was very happy and excited to be in the car. We stopped once for her to stretch her legs.
Since I last wrote my parents have moved in to a caravan in our backyard while they wait for their villa at a local retirement village to be completed. They've been with us for a month and Wiz and Lucy have clearly been enjoying daytime company. In fact, I believe that their loyalties may slowly be shifting as I came home from work one night last week to find Lucy curled up on the couch with her head on my mother's lap.
The other day I was walking with Lilo and my friend. Lilo vanished, which she does, by magic - one second she is walking delicately alongside and the next - she simply isn't. She reappeared on a bit of a hill. Standing square with her back to us, on a slight angle, ears tightly pricked, neck arched and muscles bunched. She was not about to dash off, she was just showing profound interest in a new place.
Not everyone is keen to take on a slightly older hound so I thought I'd tell you a little bit about Pippi and hopefully dispel a few myths along the way. Pippi is 7 years old and, like many black dogs her age, is going grey round her muzzle and even has cute little white eyebrows. She might looks her age but when it comes to her attitude to life and energy levels she definitely didn't get the memo about being 'mature'.
Presented at Space Gallery, Wanganui, 16th January 2016.
An exhibition of oil paintings and digital works celebrating my passion and love for the Greyhound.
"Perhaps one central reason for loving dogs is that they take us away from this obsession with ourselves. When our thoughts start to go in circles, and we seem unable to break away, wondering what horrible event the future holds for us, the dog opens a window into the delight of the moment.€
Warning: This article comes with a Government Health Warning and is not intended for the squeamish reader.
After a series of bizarre incidents I have come to the conclusion that a statement is being made about my garden seating arrangements, my plant selection and my garden art. Lilo is bright, but would you say that expressing an opinion on such matters is beyond a dog ? I think not.
I've been sitting here for hours trying to recall what's happened in Wiz and Lucy's lives over the past two months and the answer is, as is almost always the case, a collection of small instances and occurrences that all combine to make life eventful, even if it doesn't look that way from the outside.
Lilo had settled in. Yes, the perfect child had come to stay. We proudly went out for walks, the New Kid on the Block was admired and talked about and it was all very jolly. People rightly and wisely advised that until Lilo had bonded well and I could be certain that she would come back to me, it was best not to let her off the lead.
Sunny (Ibiza Fling) is settling in very nicely. He and Penny (our Rottie) get on so well, they have not had one disagreement. Sunny is now a Canine Friends dog (pet therapy) and has had 2 visits to the Rest Home. He was very well behaved and the residents thought he was great. He is sitting nicely and also does a "wait€ before he eats his food. He mastered the dog door within 4 days and was house trained within 2 days.