Saturday, March 24, 2012

Dog Daze Are Over for Derby


This is to my sweetheart Derby, who gives me joy everyday.  Some may say we saved him from a life after retiring from the dog track, and the other atrocities to endure when they don't make money for their owners.  But, I say...Derby saved me.  You see, I had a car accident some years ago where I broke my C2. Yes, I broke my neck in a car accident.  After the bone healed, I was left with chronic neck pain that was extremely debilitating, and constant.  When Derby entered our lives others thought it wasn't such a great idea. But there is something to be said about the hormones that a woman's body release when she scratches, hugs, pats, or strokes her dog or cat.  He lifted my spirits, and he got me out of the house.  Derby got my mind on other things, than my pain.  He got me up off the couch, and got me out walking.  He also gave me back my fighting spirit to find a cure.  I no longer listen to doctors when they say I may have to live with this for the rest of my life.  I'm proof today that they are liars.  I have bad days and I have good days.  Derby knows when I have them.  When I'm on the couch feeling down, he gives me a sweet doggie lick across the forehead and lays down on the floor next to the couch.  He won't leave my side.  All I have to do is reach down, and there he is.  He will roll over for a roach stroke, and everything is right in the world to me.  When he wants me up, he paws me until I get up, and say "OK".  I know what he wants me to do....GET UP MOM!  That is exactly what I do.  That's when we will take a short walk up the street, or we will just sit on the porch and watch the birds, and the cars drive by.  When I call him, Boo Boo Bear (don't ask why), his entire body wags for me, and he smiles that crazy smile that scares most who don't know him.

Derby is my joy.  He saved me.  I better stop before I ruin my keyboard with the tears that I can't stop right now.  Thank you SEGA for the joy you brought in my life, and thank you Jennifer, for preparing him for the life he has with us now.  Much Love xoxoxo

I remember a time

I remember a time when Tony would walk through the door and I would be greeted with a kiss.
NOW: Derby gets all the kisses and excitement when he comes in the door.  I just can't get myself to get on all fours and wag my behind and lick him in the face

I remember a time when I could take a short nap on the couch peacefully for two hours
NOW: I'm awaken with a wet, sticky face. (Thank goodness we brush his teeth daily).  When he wants me to wake up to go for a walk, he paws the couch in front of me until I open my eyes.  When I wake up and look at him, he crouches down, and barks until I say OK.

I remember a time when we could watch the 5 o'clock news.
NOW: Like clock work, 5 pm is when its time to take Derby for a walk, and he will not wait until we gather our shoe, because he will be a the front door pacing, waiting.  

I remember a time when my shoes could be found where I left them.
NOW: When he is ready for a walk, he will go get my shoes, toss them in the air a few times before he brings them to my feet as if to say.."OK...let's go!"

I remember a time when I could just grab my keys and run a quick errand. 
NOW: When the keys make a jingling sound, Derby is at the door as if to say, "I'm ready."  If we are outside and the car door is open, he makes a quick dash and jumps right in, lays down in his usual spot in the back, and makes himself right at home.  This nut loves going on car rides.  

I remember a time when I could pull up to CVS,  greet the pharmacist to get my prescription, and pull away peacefully.
NOW: Both, Me and Derby greet the pharmacist through the window, and a quick trip to get my Rx, turns into a happy conversation about how beautiful he is, and where they can get one too.  LOL

I love the NOW, and wouldn't change it for anything.  

Home Alone

Have you ever wondered what they do when you aren't there?

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Meeting new people everyday

A Message From Derby:
"Yaawwwnnn!  Hey everybody! I just woke up, and I wanted to tell you a story.  Mommie and Daddie love taking me places. When they go places, we are stopped by people all the time. They always ask about me, they really love my coat. They rub me, pat me, and I lick their fingers for it after I sniff them out. People will also ask, how are they with kids and I would love to have one, how did you get him, because you don't see many greyhound owners? I love meeting new people. They always ask if I'm a rescue. Mommie explained to me what that means, but she said I rescued her. After retiring from the Army, she said she had vowed to rescue a Grey after being stationed at Fort Meade, and some other Soldiers were going to a 'dog race'. She didn't go, but looked up the place on the internet after everybody left. She said she was sad when she saw all the pictures of happy, drunk people, gambling on majestic greyhounds, who should be lounging on a couch or pillow at their owners feet. She then saw links showing the truth behind the greyhound race business, and she cried. Next to the links showing the brutality of greyhound "trainers' (abusers), she saw various nonprofit associations, who spend their time finding homes for retired greyhounds. She showed Daddie the links so after that, they both vowed that after her 26 years in the Army, when she retired in the next year, she would rescue a greyhound, and name him Derby, in honor of her home town Louisville, Kentucky. When my brother and sister gets here, they will be named, Churchill.  I have to go now, I'm sleepy. It was"

More people should be seen with greyhounds, so the word can be spread about how they, too, can rescue one.  The best way is by getting out in public with them. Meet and greets at Petsmart and Petco is good, but people who go there usually have a pet already, and aren't looking for another...usually.  So we walk with Derby around the neighborhood, take him with us to the store while one of us goes in, the other walks with him in the parking lot.  

Once, we took a short road trip to Augusta, Georgia. When we stopped for gas, Derby and I took a walk in the grassy area where the picnic tables were set up.  We didn't get far.  We were stopped by so many people, I thought Derby would piss on the gas pump.  People stopped us numerous times and asked various questions about him.  They all loved his coat.  I was amused at the the question, "Is that a Great Dane?" or, "Is that one of those racing dogs?"  

These questions are because people don't see greyhounds out a lot.  Many say they have never seen one up close, except for a passing greyhound bus. Hee hee.  But, kids LOVE Derby, and he loves to meet them too.  When we take him walks early in the morning, the kids at the bus stop surround him with such excitement he gets excited, and doesn't want to leave to finish his walk.  So, when its early in the morning, he leads the walk straight to the bus stop to meet the kids as soon as we step out of the yard.  

I keep paper and a pen in my purse just so I can write down the website that will direct people to the Southeastern Greyhound Adoption Association.  

I'm proud of Derby, and our entire family love him.  Some of our family members question our decision to adopt him because of his size, but mostly because of their lack of understanding and knowledge of greyhounds.  But, once they got to know him, and see how he has settled right in, they realize he belongs with us, and we belong to him. 

Diary of a dog and a cat

Excerpts from a Dog's Diary...

8:00 am -Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walked in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM - Slept on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat's Diary?

Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must catch something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit hair on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a  'good little hunter'  I am. Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of allergies.’ I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage..

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking I must try this again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released — and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move.  My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now.....