Friday, February 29, 2008
So we pick up a greyhound tomorrow to foster for a while. Who will it be?
Who ever tries to eat Limo the least will be the one.
Let the snarl fest begin (Limo is a real biotch and wants us all to herself)
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Dr. Wanksy had warned me that *if* she had cancer that it could speed it up. I asked what that meant and she assured me that meant by a week and not months. I do think the acupuncture and laser treatment sped up her death, but I don't think that is necessarily a bad thing. Spooky was withering away, I could see it in her face and body. I just didn't want to accept it so I tried to think and treat it as an injury. Even though I did know it wasn't good. My friend Teresa lost her greyhound Smokey in the exact same way. She believes a teeth cleaning sped up his cancer spreading, he too lost use of his hindend. It all just happens so fast, you just never know when their last run, last tail wag, their last endearing moment towards you will be:-( It was hard on both of us having her lose the use of her hindend so I guess the sooner we didn't have to deal with that anymore the better. I like to think that Smokey greeted Spooky during her passing since they lived together and had sleep overs together for many many years. Smokey was the laziest greyhound I have ever known, but he was a clever one:-) He always had to have the best dog bed and if another dog had it he would fool us ALL by barking at any hour of the night to be let out. I would drag my lazy butt out of bed and open the door to see Rosie, Spooky, Cafree or Fesstus and what ever foster she had at the moment zoom out (they had fallen for the "there's something outside bark" where as I would fall for the "hafta pee bark), but there was never Smokey. I would go back to the bedroom to find him all nestled up in the best dog bed and he wasn't going to budge.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
This video was taken before I got bashed with a twitch... I believe my pony is sore again. He has really good days and then stiff days. I think I need to take it a little easier with him. He does try though. He was in the pasture across from the house yesterday, and even though it was only 2:30pm when I drove down the driveway he immediately went to the gate and stood there till I came and got him :-) such a sweet boy. I brushed him and tried to convince Limo that he's not a mutant eating monster, but she still doesn't believe me.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Gosh I miss her.
I remember when we would housesit for a house in Sandy Springs they had 3 or 4 greyhound which meant toys galore. Spooky was a toy hound, LOVED toys, but would never destroy them. When we went to this house she would claim a dog bed for the weekend and then go around the house and gather up all the toys and take them to "her" bed. She would just lay there with all the soft toys, I distinctly remember a pig being one of the favorites. If I left the room she'd pick the pig to come too- she could never let me out of her sight when she had the choice.
At home we had a basket of toys and she always had to have every toy out. When ever we went somewhere new she would scope out the place and see what toys they had. One of the first times I took her to my parents' house she left the room and came back with a teddy bear that was sitting in the dining room, I think it was in a highchair or something. After that I had to buy dog toys to keep at my parents house as they were dogless for years.
Lester and his buddy Polo have been spending the winter in the top pasture for their turnout. The pasture is so far from the barn that it's easier and saves time if I just park at the pasture and bring Lester and Polo to the barn. Now when I pull into the farm's gate and Less sees my car he comes running and nickering. It's enough to melt my heart even though I know he's expecting a peppermint or sugar cube:-) Oh and if I drive to the barn first? He is VERY upset and gives me this look like I have abandoned him. Look at that face!
So Lester continues to amaze me in his workouts. His lunging is beautiful to watch and gives me goosebumps sometimes! I've just never seen him step out like this before. It's like his shoulder and neck have really opened up. The last 2 times I've ridden him I haven't even lunged him before. I just have him do some turns on the forehand in hand and some side ways stepping and trotting in hand and then hop on, insert sugar cube, and off we go:-)
Even when I'm on him I can feel him stepping out and if he gets fussy he just lengthens, very different from getting fussy and going short and tight! I do love this horse and feel so lucky to have a second chance with him.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Don't make my mistake, ask for the collars and tags up front even though I think it should be a "given"........also talk to your vets about when that sad time does come would they be willing to put them to sleep at home or in your vehicle.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Thursday, February 7, 2008
I got a call today from Dogwood Animal Hospital, I knew it was them so I didn't answer. I knew they were calling to tell me that Spooky's ashes were ready to be picked up. Matt will go tomorrow to get them, I don't want to go. The staff there is very nice in fact the one person I always felt had a "cold shoulder" came out to the car after Spooky was taken away and she hugged me and told me how sorry she was. I don't know how I'm going to feel when I hold "her" again :-(
Matt wants to sprinkle some of her ashes where they used to fish together. She was terrible help! She would jump in the water after the lure and chase all the fish away. I too have pictures of that scene:-)
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
I have found a few videos of Spooky. I love the one of her thumping on the floor, that always would crack me up. She used to have a big time in that huge living room. I rented a house from the company I work for and it was literally 2 minutes from where I work. This gave me the oppurtunity to always go home for lunch and to take her to the farm everyday that I went.
Monday, February 4, 2008
It is with sadness that I report the passing of Denise Lawson's Seegold Spooky today. I have put her photo on the home page. Many of you may know Denise - she is the sister of Jen Bachelor,is a longtime SEGC member, and has provided the artwork for some SEGC and SEGAevent logos in past years. Denise keeps her horse Lester here at SummerWind and so Spooky has been a fixture here for many years. I brought her back as anadoptable Greyhound after one of our first Birmingham Race Course field trips. We were then taking a number of Greyhounds from trainer Jim Watson, who ran the Blair Kennel there. Jim had in his charge anumber of "Seegold" Greyhounds, owned by Jack Seeley and Phyllis Mangold (the Seegold was a combination of their last names), who wanted all of their racers placed as pets at the end of their racing careers.When I first met Spooky on the field trip, Jim told me she had sustained an injury in a race, which he was pretty sure was a fractured leg. Spooky was in a cast up to her hip on her right rear leg. Jim asked if we could take her since we had previously taken other Seegold Greyhounds. I hadn't planned to bring a dog back from the field trip, but like others on field trips over the years, I liked the look of Spooky and felt we could place her quickly if her leg injury wasn't too serious. When we got back to Newnan, I arranged to have her seen by Dr.Toby for a full work-up and possible cast change. Lo and behold, x-rays showed no fracture, so the working diagnosis was a soft-tissue injury, possibly to a ligament. Toby felt that the cast had done its job and now it was time for her to do some streching and get mobility back in the leg. Off came the cast, and Spooky came back to the farm with me.In the meantime, Denise had seen Spooky when she had come to the farm to ride Lester, and she also liked the look of her. Before long,the decision had been made by Denise that Spooky was a "keeper."Spooky took to Denise immediately, and was always her shadow whenever Denise came to the farm -- she was the perfect "farm dog" because shewould always stay nearby,whatever Denise was doing. She loved tofollow behind Denise and Lester whenever they took a ride around thefarm. She never looked back from her leg injury, and never had any residual deficit from it -- she could run fast in the tightest circles you could imagine. Since Spooky was black, she tended to get hot in the summers, but always had the solution at hand -- she would simply lay down in one of the ponds, with just her head and neck visible. When she came out -- what a muddy mess ! Into the horse wash stall she would go for acomplete hose-down.In the last couple of weeks or so, Spooky developed pain in her back and hindquarters, and it was thought she had sustained an injury when she slipped on an icy sidewalk in the recent snow. In a shorttime, she became more painful and was having difficulty walking. Today, she began hemorrhaging, and what had been thought to be an injury was now more likely to be cancer that had spread to her internal organs. Denise had no choice but to let her go, and she was put to sleep. Spooky was a fine hound, always fun to have around, and never any trouble. Denise gave her a good and full life, and she will be missed by all of us. John
Friday, February 1, 2008
Her final moments--------------------------------------The back of my CR-V looks like a horror movie :cry: but it could not have been better timing. Matt and I came home to get her around 11, got her in the back of my car and I headed back to work (we had a 1:40pm bet appointment for the laser treatment) on route she cried out in pain and it was for about a minute, I talked to her and told her it was ok and to lay down. She settled some and cried out again, at that point I almost just drove straight to the vet's, but we still were an hour early and I had to relieve my co worker for lunch. Spooky had once again settled and was laying down. I got to work and popped the back hatch and she stuck her head out and put her head on my arm and I petted her and told her I was sorry we had a terrible morning. I had her lay down again, got her water and a kong with frozen yogurt. I went back to work, but knew I was losing her- not that I thought she was dieing right then and there- but that she was giving up. I went back to my desk and cried, Matt came over, bringing me pizza and saw I was crying and asked what was wrong, I told him about her crying out and he asked if I wanted him to check on her, I said yes. He came back quickly and said "you need to take her to the vet now" I followed him out and he opened the back door of the CR-v and all I saw was blood and my Spooky laying their doing her best to breathe. I knew then she was dieing. Her tounge, mouth and neck were all swelling up and blood was pouring out of her mouth. I jumped in the back seat so I could look down at her and not in her eyes :cry: I petted her the whole time and told her how sorry I was and how much I loved her over and over and over again. Matt has called ahead so the vet office knew we were on our way. We were 5 mins away. Problem was the vet was at lunch, we were told he'd been paged and was 5 mins away, but it was more like 15. A vet tech came out to take her and I told her no, she will be put to sleep here, there is no point in picking her up and taking her in there. I stuck my fingers in both her ears and rubbed them, she stopped panting enough to enjoy her last eargasm as I used to call them because she would moan in such delight. The vet came finally and put her out of her poor misery.Matt drove me home and had to go back to work. I've made all the phone calls and now I just sit and think about the day and how horrible this experience was, it could have been worse- I don't know what I would have done if I had come home alone to find her in this condition.Matt seems to always be there when I need him most.