Greyhounds have smooth, sleek coats, but that doesn't mean there isn't work to keep up that silky texture and shiny gloss. Just like most dogs, greyhounds need to be brushed and occasionally have a moisturizer rubbed in to combat the dry air that comes with colder weather and gas heating indoors. Bella may have retired … Continue reading Short hair doesn’t equal no shedding.
Category: Retired Racing Queen
Life with a retired racing greyhound.
When he’s still.
My youngest vibrates. Sitting without moving is very challenging for him. He regularly picks his skin open and peels apart the laces on his shoes at school during class. At church, it's not unusual to find him slithering under pews. His dad and I will sometimes strategically sit on separate pews, one bench behind the … Continue reading When he’s still.
His Little Pony
Bella isn't overtly affectionate. She doesn't lick much or run to the door to greet us. At times, she seems aloof and distant, but I can always count on her to be near when one of her human pups is sick. She seems to understand that she has something they need and only she can … Continue reading His Little Pony
Jammies!
A decade ago, I would have laughed at the thought of needing to buy pajamas for a dog. Greyhounds actually need them because of their reduced body fat. Bella enjoys getting dressed and spins in circles when she sees me pull her jammies out of the closet. Apparently, getting dressed is extremely exhausting.
Greyhound indifference.
I've seen Bella sleep with a book on her head. When it's nap time, very little deters her.
Signs of life.
We must have left this ball outside last night. It had been in the mouth of a dog, carried like a trophy. Understandably, it was dropped when a certain, very special human arrived last night to retrieve their most beloved canine family member. Instead of feeling shame at my unkempt yard, this bright little orb … Continue reading Signs of life.
I really do wish I knew what she was thinking.
Sunny girl.
Much like a cat, Bella loves the sun and glares at me when I tell her it's time to come in.
Contentment.
Small bed.
Clearly, she fits, or she has decided she does. Further proof that greyhounds are cats in dog bodies.
Beka Tucker 