"Woof woof! I mean, Hi! My name's Jake and I'm a Greyhound. I'm a two year old, blue male. My family got me on the 31st of January, 2015. So, they've had me for over a year. The people reading this will either be: Thinking about adopting a greyhound, or have adopted one. Well, if you're thinking about adopting a greyhound, that's great! Not only do we make amazing pets, you're gonna help one of us. Cool, huh! I bet you've been thinking, would a greyhound be right for me? My lifestyle? My family? Would owning a greyhound be too stressful for me?
Ben Craik, wife Barbara and daughters Tracey and Lisa hosted a get together of the many hounds they have re-homed. The event was held at their home and show cased their racing kennels in Drury, Auckland.
Although not all those invited were able to attend on the day there was a fabulous turnout and the weather blessed us with a typically hot and sunny autumn day. Many people brought platters of food and the Craik girls excelled their hospitality skills both in the kitchen and with the wonderful preparations for their guest.
Dogs are so wonderfully innocent that their gift of horribly embarrassing their owners never fails to amaze me.
A friend recently told me of her walk along the beach front whereupon her SPCA dog, Dillon, running well ahead of her, spied a pile of neatly folded clothes laid carefully on the walled edge. In a ghastly slow motion tableau, my friend could only stand transfixed in horror as Dillon cocked his leg and performed the longest pee of his whole existence.
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.