Outreach Therapy Pets is strong in Waihi with our group winning the team trophy for attendance over the last year. Beyonce has been involved for the last four and half years and Rihanna for three years. We take them on the first three Fridays of the month to a Hospital, and two Rest Homes in the area plus the Special Needs Class at the College about every three months. They are the only hounds doing this in the area and are so suitable for the job being a good height for chairs and beds and of course with their laid back attitude just take it all so quietly and the residents just love
How to begin to describe the ten amazing years with my gorgeous boy Boxer?
I guess start at the beginning which was a phone call from GAP telling me they'd found me a dog. I was in Wellington at meetings all day. Never mind Jacqui says, you could do a one-way car hire and drive back to Auckland, picking him up on the way. So I did (very persuasive lady Jacqui)!
The first thing Fern (previously Nelly ) did when she arrived at her new home was wrestle and 'kill' her bed. In fact her entire first week (which I had taken off work ) was full of fun and games. I spent a bit of time training her to accept her kennel and run in preparation for leaving her to go to work and it seemed to go well. The only request I had on my application form was for a dog who would be happy to be left alone during the day.
Welcome to Part One of a new Training Blog by Rebecca Conole, Wairarapa Coordinator
First things first.
In order to train your hound anything you need his attention and interest.
This is one of the first things I did with my hounds. It is quick and fun plus it gets their brains working. This activity requires the use of a marker word (yip,yes, etc) or a clicker. Every time you say the word (click) you follow up with a treat – even if you stuff up the timing. Your hound will soon realise exactly what that word means – I got it right – payday!
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.
"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.
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.
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.
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.