Much like a cat, Bella loves the sun and glares at me when I tell her it's time to come in.
Category: Retired Racing Queen
Life with a retired racing greyhound.
Contentment.
Small bed.
Clearly, she fits, or she has decided she does. Further proof that greyhounds are cats in dog bodies.
For me?
He's eating a chocolate croissant and reading a book. Obviously, Bella believes if she stares hard enough the crumbs he drops will be from her powers alone.
This is what tired looks like.
Bella grew up with other greyhounds and she is the happiest around other dogs. She adores us, which is evident by her chatters when we come home, but the presence of another canine is like electricity for her. We've been caring for a puppy and Bella is exhausted, but she is unbelievably content.
Paper thin.
Greyhounds aren't like any other breed I've cared for or owned. There are hilarious shirts about 45 mile per hour couch potatoes and purses with silly greyhound outlines. At the dog park, people will come up and ask me what breed she is, because it can be rare to see one. Even working at a … Continue reading Paper thin.
I win.
Bella does not feel that I have failed to put clothes away, but instead succeeded in providing her the most perfect couch bed imaginable.
Tired queen.
Bella helped me puppy sit, and she loved it. There were many zoomies and much digging. Normally, Bella isn't very snuggly, but I guess my leg was the right pillow for her much needed respite. Her paw shows evidence of said digging. Happy pups.
A dog and two kids, actually still at the same time.
It's rare when I can catch a moment like this. The contrast between her ear tattoo and my son's toe- her life before and her life now. Needless to say, Bella is very content here, between her boys.
Clean clothes = dog pillow.
She doesn't even care that a book could fall on her head at any moment. Happy dog.
Beka Tucker 