A New Visitor

Hi there. My name is Jax. Sorry, but I am feeling kind of blue right now. My family is moving to Hawaii and I can't go with them yet. Mommy found this lady named Michelle who said she would take care of me until I can fly on the airplane to Hawaii. So, Friday, my family loaded up the van with all my stuff and brought me to her house. It's okay here, but I miss all my kids, all four of them. It is so quiet here. Kind of scary without my family. I am in "quarantine" right now. So I have a Christmas wish...to be reunited with my family.

Meet & Greet & Meat

Show Doggie here. Enough of that story about those other pups. They have their home, I don't.

So, today I hear my foster mom talking about meetin' and greetin'. I have no idea what she is rambling about. Something about pets being first, blah, blah, blah. Oh, got it now, we are going to Pets First in Newburgh. That foster mom of mine thinks she is being real sly by putting the leash under her shirt. LOL. Them other dogs will catch on to that real quick. But, somehow we manage to get out the door without them!

Uh oh! What is that big white box with wheels she is trying to get me into? No way. Uh uh, I ain't real crazy about that. Let's just turn around and go back in the house. I mean, what was wrong with me just laying around on my bed? I was perfectly happy. Why do I need to meet and greet anyone? This house is fine with me. I mean, seriously, after 10 hours in the other box with wheels and sharing my kennel with that other beast, why would I want to get back in the box?

Short wresting match, but mom wins. Away we go. Short ride, just like she promised. Okay, so far, so good. The box stops, so I guess we are here. Let me out, let me out! I am feeling a little claustrophobic in here. Good, here comes mom. She barely gets the door open a crack and I see freedom!

Happily making my way to the front door...hang on just a second, I think someone is following me. I can see him over my shoulder. He is a handsome fellow though. Quite the looker. Why it is another black dog just like me. Did I mention he is pretty good looking? Thump! Bump! That isn't another dog, just my reflection. Mom says those are the doors. Ooops, silly me, I knew that.

Holy dog biscuits! I think I died and went to heaven. There is rows and rows of all kinds of good smells. Treats, dog food, toys...oh my! Wait, there is the aisle with all the really big bones in it. Oh my doG! Then there is this really nice lady who keeps giving me treats. Wait a second, there is another dog to keep me company. I wish I could whistle, cause man, ain't she a looker? Tiny little waist, big brown eyes, long legs...okay, snap out of it man! Stop drooling!!! They call her Sable and she is a beauty!

But wait, I ain't even got to the the best part yet. This meet & greet place is right next door to a meat market! Now I know I must surely be in heaven. Skip the meet & greet and get me to the meat market! I heard someone else say dogs aren't allowed in there. Well that's fine, 'cause I don't think I am like these things they call dogs anyway! The next 3 hours I keep trying to work my way to the door. That foster mom of mine must be on to my ways though, 'cause she keeps my leash real tight. Dang it! I can see the case of meat that must be a mile long!!! I can't lay down and take a break, I might miss my chance to get that meat. Plus, there are people that want to pet me and give me lovin'! I got so worked up about that meat, I forgot I was here to try to find someone to fall in love with me!

Finally, someone says time is up. So, being the gentleman that I am, I help my foster mom pack up the greetin' suitcase and...wait a second...she is shoving me back in that big white box again! How did this happen? Oh well, I have been on my feet for almost 3 hours now, forget it. That down feather topper inside the box is pretty comfy after all.

So I drag my weary bones into the house and barely make it to the nearest dog bed...what a day! I am exhausted!

Seven Years Ago Today...

KD Tom Sawyer. The greyhound who started it all. Literally. My first greyhound. The first adoptee of GPA Tri-State. The first of many greys who have passed through our doors.
A little history. On Tom's first night with us, he spent 14 hours in his kennel. We couldn't get him out for anything. Finally, we literally had to take the kennel and tip it. He had no choice but to come out.

He would pace and walk in circles. When you let him out to potty, he would just run circles around the yard. I was so afraid he would just jump the fence. To get him to come in, he would lay down and you would have to go get him and lead him in by the collar. He wanted nothing to do with us. He would spend most of his time laying at the foot of the stairs.

I took Tom to PetsMart for a meet & greet. Of course, there were other greyhounds there. Oh my gosh, who is this dog I had with me? He was a different dog. It was quite obvious, he needed a companion. You bet I was on the phone with the president of the group telling her to get me another greyhound.

Then there were two. Ske's Dixie Judy, aka Dixie. She was everything Tom wasn't. Happy, tail wagging, kissing. A greyt compliment to my shy boy. Changes came in leaps and bounds. He was spending more time with us and making such progress!

Seven years later, Tom is a very happy boy. He is still shy and reserved, but he has come a long way. He now sleeps with us on occasion. Actually seeks out attention. Plays with toys. He is an absolute couch hog. But such a joy!

Happy Gotcha Day Tommy Boy!

Looks Can Be Deceiving

Show Doggie here. These are 2 of my hew housemates Sadie (left) and Dixie (right). Aren't they cute? Yep, sure as heck are. NOT!!! They might look cute, but as I learned last night, don't mess with the bitches food. Now, I guess they don't understand that I am still trying to make up for the missed meal on Saturday. Well, either that, or they just don't care. I mean, all I wanted was a few pieces of their kibble that was hanging out on the floor. SNAP! SNARL!! YELP!!! (that's me, Show Doggie, doing the yelping). I mean, they share the couch, right? So surely they could spare a few pieces of kibble for a starving 2-year old? Anyway, no lasting marks, just some hurt feelings.


P.S. I got it! They were just trying to show me how pretty their teeth are!!! Now, I wouldn't say this to their face for fear of their wrath, but them teeth ain't nothing to show off!!!

All In A Days Retirement

Show Doggie here. As you can see by my photo, I am exhausted. Just wanted to give you a peek at my day today. First of all, I didn't get any breakfast, not fair. They say it is best for such a long ride (wouldn't want anyone getting car sick or having the big D).

These really nice volunteers from GPA Emerald Coast drove from Pensacola, Florida to Bowling Green, Kentucky so I could get picked up by my new adoption group GPA Tri-State. They were so nice to us.

After waiting for almost 10 hours, the doors opened and could see our new friends! (I am the black one in the kennel on the left). I shared my kennel with Beagle Buddy, ain't I nice? Hey, it's the least I can do.

These guys are going to GPA Louisville. They will get to stretch and potty a bit later. All in all the accomodations were pretty nice. You know, a little carpet to lay on and air conditioning. Really, can't beat it.

Here is my pal, Breaker getting his collar and new identification tag on. Every dog needs proper identification, you know, in case we decide to go chasin' hares or something like that!

My pal Beagle Buddy. Don't know why my human at the other end of the leash didn't get any pictures of me though. Hmmmmh!

This guy, I mean dog...don't know his name, but all the 2-leggeds kept talking about his nose. I mean what's so special about it? Kept hearing some kind of reference to Rome or something like that. No biggie. Anyway, I am at my new digs now. Somewhere in Southern Indiana. Talk about miles under the belt. They call me the seasoned traveller now. Five states in one day. Pretty dang good, if I do say so myself. Now I gotta get some shut eye! Gettin' ready to charm some 2-leggeds into giving me a forever home!

Road Trip!

Hi! My name name is Coastly Showdog, but you can call me ShowDoggie. Not that I think it really fits me, but I don't know what would. I didn't like racing very much, so on to my next venture, RETIREMENT!!!

Right now, I live in the Panama City Florida area. But today I am getting ready for my road trip to Indiana. The hauler will pick me up during the night. Man, am I scared. Leaving my nice soft bed to ride in the tiny compartment of a hauler, ain't my idea of a good time. But, there are these nice people from GPA Tri-State who will be taking me to my final destination. INDIANA!! I have heard rumors that their van will be filled with soft beds and blankies. After that long trip on a bed made of straw, that sounds like heaven! I am trying not to be nervous, because I know they will love me like my last family!