For those who wondered about the title of this blog, let me tell you about the name. Winnie is the name of the sweetest dog you could ever meet. A retired racer, greyhound by breed, sweetheart by nature. The first six months we had her she only barked six times. Then our dachsunds, Molly and Peaches, taught her that when the garage door goes up, the people are home and we will get food, petting, a walk, or all of the above so it's time to tell them to hurry up and get in here.
As I was saying, Winnie, came to us through adoption, via Homes4hounds.com . They are your source if you are looking to adopt a dog that you will love for ever, a greyhound that has been rescued from the track.
Winnie was a "rehome" which means that she had been adopted by another family and, for some reason they could no longer take care of her. So, by contract, if you can't keep the dog, you can give it back to H4H to be adopted out again. We were lucky enough to get her in this way. We picked her up on a Sunday evening, took her home, and because we had to work on Monday, left her home in the laundry room with our two doxies all day. Much to our relief and joy, there were no problems when we got home. The little dogs kept her company, taught her "the ropes", and helped her feel at home. She melded into our family as if she had been part of it for years.
That was four years ago and Winnie was a big part of our family, size-wise and love-wise. Everywhere we went , people would come up to us and want to touch her and pet her and it was a problem. In fact, she was a bit reticent and had to be coaxed not to hide behind me at times. As time went along she was more at ease with people and actually would slowly edge over toward them so that they could pet her. People couldn't get over her coloring and the softness of her fur.
The walk was a big part of the day for all of the dogs. She was always at my side. They say never let a greyhound off leash. Good advice at least intially. After a while when we went to the beach and it was safe, I would let her off. She would take off at full gallop and run huge figure eights in the sand with me as the crossing spot. I could almost see a smile on her face the whole time. After about 15 minutes of this joyful experience, she would slow down and come over to me to be loved. I would pet her and praise her and then we would walk together down the beach with her at my hip, unleashed, breathing heavily and happy as a clam. I tried this procedure in grassy fields with the same results and the same joy. It makes me smile to think about her running. In our backyard upon letting her out, she would streak around the yard flying past the window going one way and then the other until she was fulfilled.
But sadly, no more. We had to let her go to a better place yesterday. For the past couple of weeks she had been less active, not running when off leash and then walking more slowly. The vet said it probably was an infection and ga
ve her meds. They didn't help and she ate less and less. Yesterday, Sat, the vet brought her in and using xray and by actual feeling it, located a mass.
CANCER
Good Bye, Sweet Girl. We will miss you !
As I was saying, Winnie, came to us through adoption, via Homes4hounds.com . They are your source if you are looking to adopt a dog that you will love for ever, a greyhound that has been rescued from the track.
Winnie was a "rehome" which means that she had been adopted by another family and, for some reason they could no longer take care of her. So, by contract, if you can't keep the dog, you can give it back to H4H to be adopted out again. We were lucky enough to get her in this way. We picked her up on a Sunday evening, took her home, and because we had to work on Monday, left her home in the laundry room with our two doxies all day. Much to our relief and joy, there were no problems when we got home. The little dogs kept her company, taught her "the ropes", and helped her feel at home. She melded into our family as if she had been part of it for years.
That was four years ago and Winnie was a big part of our family, size-wise and love-wise. Everywhere we went , people would come up to us and want to touch her and pet her and it was a problem. In fact, she was a bit reticent and had to be coaxed not to hide behind me at times. As time went along she was more at ease with people and actually would slowly edge over toward them so that they could pet her. People couldn't get over her coloring and the softness of her fur.
The walk was a big part of the day for all of the dogs. She was always at my side. They say never let a greyhound off leash. Good advice at least intially. After a while when we went to the beach and it was safe, I would let her off. She would take off at full gallop and run huge figure eights in the sand with me as the crossing spot. I could almost see a smile on her face the whole time. After about 15 minutes of this joyful experience, she would slow down and come over to me to be loved. I would pet her and praise her and then we would walk together down the beach with her at my hip, unleashed, breathing heavily and happy as a clam. I tried this procedure in grassy fields with the same results and the same joy. It makes me smile to think about her running. In our backyard upon letting her out, she would streak around the yard flying past the window going one way and then the other until she was fulfilled.
But sadly, no more. We had to let her go to a better place yesterday. For the past couple of weeks she had been less active, not running when off leash and then walking more slowly. The vet said it probably was an infection and ga
ve her meds. They didn't help and she ate less and less. Yesterday, Sat, the vet brought her in and using xray and by actual feeling it, located a mass.CANCER
Good Bye, Sweet Girl. We will miss you !
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