All-Time Favorite Funny Post With Jack and Scout

This is Mom's all-time favorite post featuring Jack and Scout.  We have posted it a few times, but since I am not doing much right now, it is a good time for a repeat.  Mom thinks it is funny because Jack is happy with his gift and Scout was not.  Poor Scout, she was our Eeyore.   We miss you Scoutie!

Originally posted on 11/17/09

Mama went shopping and brought us each home a gift.

I got this super cool flashlight that I will use when we walk at night while camping. Isn't it cool? I bet I will really be the talk of the campground if I wear this with my jammies!





Scout received this pink hat.



Who do you think is happier with their gift? LOL





Better luck next time, Scout! LOL

Jack,
The Greyhound Who Can See At Night Now

Still Healing - Not Much To Say

I really don't have much to say.  I have been sleeping a lot.  I am feeling tons better, but the medication makes me sleep.  Mom has been keeping our blinds closed, so it is dark in here and that makes it even harder to stay awake.

Tomorrow is the last day that I have to take the medicine that is the worse to take.  It is a pill that Mom has to dissolve in water and then she puts it in a syringe and shoots it in my mouth.  It is a rude thing to do to a guy. I have to take it three times a day and I can't eat for an hour after I take it. Blah!

 I have to take antibiotics for 14 days.  We sure don't want the infection to come back.

I am still eating soft foods.  Mom said she will probably have me eat soft foods for two full weeks.  The doctor said it would take about that long for me to heal.

I wanted to play with a toy this morning, but Dad said no.  All my toys are put away.  Dad says I need to wait a little longer.

When the medicine wears off, I am ready to go.  Last night, when we came out of the RV, I did my "stand" that Mom says looks like Ralphie from a Christmas Story. He comes out of the house with his BB gun and the way he stands is the way that Mom says I stand.  I don't get it.  Anyway, I did that and Mom kind of stomped her feet.  I tried to take off running, but that darn leash.  Mom apologized and said she shouldn't have done that.  She didn't think I would get excited.  Duh, Mom!


Last night, the folks went grocery shopping.  When they got home, I let out a howl.  BOL!  I have few inhibitions when I am drugged.


Joey,
The Greyhound Who Is Feeling Much Better

Following Doctor's Orders

Friends, I spent Friday at the emergency hospital.  Yep, I even had surgery.  :::gulp:::   It all started on Wednesday night.  I was chewing on one of my bully sticks.  Dad said I had a small piece and then I swallowed it.  The folks thought everything was okay, but I knew something was wrong. I stood up and acted a little strange.  I just stood there.  I then got a drink.  The next morning, I was not feeling right.  I didn't greet Dad when he got out of the shower and I didn't say good-bye to him.  That is not like me.  Mom thought something might be wrong with my neck.  I tried to stretch my front legs and I couldn't do it.  She gave me a tramadol.  Later, we went for a walk and I was able to stretch and I burped a few times.  I felt better.  Then, a bee flew in my mouth.  Yeah, not fun!

 

Mom rushed me in the RV and gave me Benadryl.  I slept the rest of the day and felt better when Dad got home.  Friday morning, after Dad went to work, I got worse.  I wouldn't drink water and I was drooling.  Dad came home from work and I went to the emergency hospital where Scout went.  Yikes!

The vet didn't believe that I got stung by a bee.  We didn't have a body to prove it.  Mom told her to look at my mouth.  It was all red under my tongue.  The vet said they needed to run tests; blood tests and x-rays.  Mom was relieved when we found out it was not cancer.  The vet said she would attempt to look under my tongue.  She said if I didn't cooperate, she would have to sedate me.  I was good and she immediately saw the cut.  I had a cut under my tongue and it was infected.  No duh!

The vet recommended stitches.  She said we could try to let it heal on its' own but it would take a very long time since it was in my mouth.  Also, if there was any foreign matter in it, it would not heal. The folks decided surgery was necessary.  It turns out that the cut was much deeper than expected.  The vet did not find anything in the cut, but said there was a pocket and that something had been in it.  While she was in my mouth, she did a quick cleaning of my teeth.  Two of my molars fell out.  She said those molars do not have roots and fall out easily.  What?  No roots?

I didn't think the folks were coming back to pick me up Friday because when I looked at the clock, it was past Mom's bedtime.  BOL!  Then, I heard on the loud speaker "Joey's People are here"!  I waited and waited. It took them an hour to release me because the place was busy with emergencies.  Finally, I saw my folks.  I was happy but when it was time to leave, I wanted to go back to my crate.  It was fun back there.  Tons of action.

Oh, I was ticked when I got home.  I was only allowed a little bit of water.  I was thirsty!  I kicked my bowl demanding more water.  Mom gave me a little at a time, but not as much as I wanted.  I was not a happy camper.  The next morning, I was allowed water.

The doctor said I have to stay quiet for a few days.  Yesterday, I slept all day.  Dad had to work, so it was just me and Mom.  She kept the blinds closed, so it was dark inside.  I am on four different medications, so sleeping is pretty easy.

I roached for he first time in four days last night.

I am feeling much better today.  I have to have soft foods for a while. I am supposed to stay quiet and rest.  I wish it wasn't a holiday weekend. There is so much happening in the campground and I am stuck inside. At least I am feeling better.  Let me tell you, it hurts having a big cut under your tongue.

Mom says there will be no more bully sticks.  She said that last one was very expensive.  BOL!  I bet Scout is laughing that bully sticks have been banned from our house.  Actually, it hasn't been that much fun chewing them without Scout.

Eating a chopped up frosty this morning.

Joey,
The Greyhound Who Has Stitches Under His Tongue But It Doesn't Keep Him From Whining

The Dance - Dedicated to Raina

 

On Monday, another one of our greyhound friends earned her angel wings.  Raina was a beautiful girl.  Her Mom, Lisa, describes her as fiercely independent and always did things her way, even to the very end.  She was a picky eater and her Mom pulled out all the stops for her. Raina was a fan of frosty treats.  Raina was 15!  Yes, you read that right, 15!

Beautiful Raina

She liked playing in the snow. This was from this past winter 2014/2015.  Look at her go.

Relaxing in her bed.

She loved her Mom.

Such a striking pair!  Raina and her sister, Emmi.

Raina with stuffies.

Raina Will ~ Lets get it done - 12/12/2000 ~ 8/31/2015

Raina was loved and missed by many, including her sisters Emmi and Asia.  Even with all the sadness right now, her Mom said she wouldn't have missed the dance.  You may wonder what she means by that.  Well, Mom knew immediately.  You see, The Dance is a song sung by Garth Brooks.  Whenever Mom hears it she things of her Dad who died many years ago.  Recently, she started thinking of Scout.  Lisa, Raina's Mom, said that it is an "anthem" for all her greyhound angels.  We have linked a video to the blog, we hope it works so that you can hear this beautiful song.  Here are the lyrics, just in case our video does not work.

The Dance

Looking back
On the memory of
The dance we shared
'Neath the stars above
For a moment
All the world was right
How could I have known
That you'd ever say goodbye

And now
I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end
The way it all would go
Our lives
Are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I'd have had to miss
The dance

Holding you
I held everything
For a moment
Wasn't I a king
But if I'd only known
How the king would fall
Hey who's to say
You know I might have changed it all

And now
I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end
The way it all would go
Our lives
Are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I'd have had to miss
The dance

Yes my life
It's better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I'd have had to miss
The dance

 Raina, you are missed.  You were loved. We know you are an independent lady, but send your Mom a sign, okay?  I bet she will smile when you do.

Joey,
The Greyhound Who Thinks The Rainbow Bridge Must Be Something Special With All The Greyhounds That Are There

A Tour Of Wheatland

A tour of Wheatland?  Did we drive to Kansas without tell you?  No, sillies.  BOL!   Wheatland is the home of President James Buchanan.  When he lived there, it was surrounded by wheat fields and thus, it was named Wheatland.

Wheatland

 The folks said the tour was great!  The tour guide was dressed in period clothing and she was excellent.  She made the tour very interesting. 

Buchanan was the 15th President.  Historians say that his presidency was a failure.  Basically, he didn't do much.  He didn't want to deal with slavery and said that it was up to each state to decide. 

He was the only President to be a bachelor.  His niece, Harriet, served as the first lady.  The position wasn't called "First Lady" until she held it. Harriet's parents had both died and she and her brother moved in with their Uncle James when they were young.  She became his confident and very much a partner as far as his politics were concerned.  James had been engaged to Ann Coleman. She died a week after their engagement ended.  She overdosed on laudanum. Was it an accident? We don't know.  She thought he was having an affair and he wouldn't dignify her questions with an answer.  Her parents did not let him attend the funeral and it was then that he declared he would never marry.  There were/are rumors that he was gay. We ran across a blog today where the author was quite upset when he questioned his tour guide at Wheatland about this and couldn't get confirmation about whether Buchanan was gay.  Another tour guide commented on the blog post and told him that basically no one knows for sure. 

Buchanan enjoyed spending time with his "little" family.  His little family included his housekeeper, Esther "Miss Hetty" Parker, who lived with him for 38 years and his niece and nephew.  There was nothing romantic with his housekeeper.

Okay, so now on to the pictures. 70% of the furniture in the house belonged to the Buchanan's.

This is the dining room where they ate most meals.  The China belonged to the family.

These shade are original and were restrung only once by the housekeeper.

Harriet's writing desk. The guide pointed out that this piece of furniture was not practical due to the small space for writing.

The parlor.

Harriet's piano.

Buchanan's study.

The spindles on the staircase are different looking.

Fireplace in Harriet's bedroom.

Harriet's Bedroom

Prayer bench is under a painting of Harriet's two boys that both died.  Harriet married after leaving the White House. Her two boys and husband died fairly close together.

Harriet's doll.  It may have been a model for clothing designed for her.

James Buchanan Henry's room. This was the nephew's room.

President Buchanan's room.

Small tub was used for bathing.

After President Buchanan died, Harriet inherited the house.  She added a bathtub.

This is Esther "Miss Hetty" Parker's room. She was the housekeeper.

Esther "Miss Hetty" Parker

Warming Kitchen. Actual kitchen was not in the house.

Dumb waiter.

Outhouse

Inside part of the outhouse.  There was total seating for 8!

 The cost to tour the house is $10 a person.  Mom said it was one of the best house tours that she has been on.  The house is located in Lancaster, PA. 

Joey,
The Greyhound Who Is Not Interested In Old Houses