Sadie's Toe...Again

Well, I can't believe it has happened again. For a little background on Sadie's toes, click here and here.

Thursday evening Sadie went out for a potty break. Evenings are getting chilly here, so she came in feeling froggy. Doing some zoomies downstairs,she then takes a run up the stairs. I heard a clanging noise and thought it sounded kind of different. She is walking just fine. A few minutes later, I notice her chewing on her toenail. I go to look at it and I can't find her toe.

Wait a minute, think about this. Be calm, there is no blood. But damn it, I can't see the toenail. I turn her foot over and see that her toe is completely bent over and is laying on top of the pad of her foot. Shit, shit, shit. Of course it is 7:30 at night. Call the answering service and leave a message for the vet to call me back.

Dr. Purdue calls me back and we talk. She isn't showing any signs of pain and no blood. Okay, Sadie has heart problems and a severe intolerance to anti-biotics, so I am afraid to take to the ER vet if it isn't necessary. He tells me, if it was his dog he would wait till morning. He is very afraid to sedate her when he would not have any support staff. So, we wait till morning.

The doors open at 8:00 a.m. and we are right there. Of course, everyone had to look at the toe and say, "not again". So, they sedate her and the toe pops right back into place. They put a cute polka dot bandage on her and we discuss her weekend plans. No activity, leash walking. If the bandage makes it through the weekend, bring her back in and they can take it off.

It was a beautiful day here, so I send her out to potty and the grass is wet. Who would have thought that at 11:00 the grass would still be covered with dew. I forgot to put the IV bag over the bandage. So, I take the bandage off. We don't want to leave a wet wrap on the foot.

It's the annual birthday dinner tonight, so I head out to Wal-mart to buy a cake. I leave the dogs gated upstairs, thinking they would be fine. Come home and Sadie is holding her foot up. Look at the foot and the damn toe is popped out again.

NOOOOO! Not again. I do the best I can to bandage it up, putting gauze in between the toe since it is folded over again. Call the vet. He says, just keep her calm and bring her back in the morning. I really can't believe this is happening again.

Not to mention, Tom was at the vet as well on Friday. I will have to do a separate post about that whole ordeal. I am exhausted.

Greytfest

Yesterday was our 7th annual Greytfest. This year we held our event in Owensboro, Kentucky. One of our board members works for a big company that let us use their facilites. Very nice place. Not such a good turnout though. It was a gorgeous day, but it was cold and windy. After a scorching summer, you think it would have been warm just one more week.

This year, I decided to be a vendor. With a low turnout, I didn't do as well as I would have liked. However, my pumpkin was a hit. It was decided it would be best suited for the live auction. If it wasn't for the hounds, I would almost be embarassed to tell you what someone spent for it. It went for $150.00! It is always amazes me what people pay for things in these auctions. But like my friend, the auctioneer says, "it's for the hounds".

Even though it was cold, it was still a wonderful day. Any day that you get to see greyhounds is a good day to me. It was very hard for me to say goodbye to Buddy though. I know he will have a good home, but darn, I will miss him.

Foster Pupdates

Thought I would give everyone an update on my pups. Buddy is getting adopted. I will get to tell him good bye on Saturday at the Gretyfest. He will be moving to Louisville. I have already told the family I will need visitation rights.

On Thursday, Annie, moved back to her previous foster home. Her foster mom needed her there to help with her newest foster dog, Amanda. Poor Amanda wasn't doing well as an only dog. I have heard that they are enjoying each other's company. So, for now, I am foster-less. We decided to wait until the grandson is born to get another foster. We will be taking care of Felicia in a couple of weeks, so that will fill an empty spot for a while!

Funny Story

This morning I was conducting my normal morning routing and "seeing what's going on in the world". I was reading one of my favorite blogs, Tales and Tails, and her blog post for today was titled "Greyhounds Don't Fetch Slippers.

It seems I have been doing a lot of walking down memory lane these days. The one year anniversary of Dixie's death is coming up, plus I have been feeling super guilty about not telling more about my beloved Brett and his passing. But that is another story for another day.

Anywho, my Dixie didn't fetch slippers for sure, but she had a special treatment for my slippers. I was super excited when I got these new fuzzy slippers on Christmas. Imagine my surprise when I got out of bed and couldn't locate said slippers. I get up to let the dogs out anyway to see not only one, but both of my new slippers laying out in the backyard! I'm sure she was disappointed in the slippers when she kept chomping on them and no sound was being released!

My Dixie girl was known for her love of the stuffies. She would have them strategically placed in the back yard and grab them on a run for the fence. Then she would proceed to shake them and squeak them like no tomorrow. I believe she was trying to show the animals in the woods what she would do to them if they every came in her yard. Of course, the only ones who didn't listen, were the dumb rabbits. We never had any other animals inside the fence. Guess she showed them, huh?

She spent her 7 years with us protecting us from the critters of the forest. So when she passed, my husband buried her on the outside of the fence. Thanks for sharing a sweet memory...

We're IN!!!

The 2012 Celebrating Greyhounds Calendar that is! The president of our group got our copies to sell today. I begged her to tell me if Dixie was in it. We knew a couple of GPA Tri-State hounds made it. My girl is in the wall calendar, month of September, bottom right hand corner. Of course, I am still waiting for my complimentary copy, so I haven't seen it for myself!

Suggestions Please

We are having our annual Greytfest on October 1st this year. For years, I have said I wanted to be a vendor. Well, this year, I am doing it. I have been working on projects and getting ready. I have been gathering materials for a while now and most things I have made, I didn't have to leave the house to get anything.

I will have some framed shadow boxes made from copies of antique photos and such, belly bands, poop bags, photo mugs, travel dog beds and some collar accessories. I also have copies some of my old images onto fabric and made a few pillows. I hope to get a couple of tote bags made as well. Here is my dilemma, what should I call myself? Some of you follow my other blog, Mad Red Hare, and I was debating about using that. Any ideas?

Some Thoughts...

This past weekend has had me thinking about a lot. Some of you may know that I am Secretary to our local greyhound adoption group. As part of my duties, I am responsible for sending out sympathy cards for our friends who have recently lost their hounds. During the past month, we have lost 6 of our precious hounds. One to a freak accident, two to complications of old age, one to a soft tissue cancer and two to the dreaded osteo. What makes it so hard is that one of these families has already lost two before her to this disease. Why is it that some families just seem to have the worst luck? However, this is the same family who is currently fostering my Buddy. I realize that maybe his place is to mend their broken heart.

On a happier note. I got to see my Bluto today! Some of my follwers might remember him from when I fostered him and dog sat for him before his family got too busy for him. If there are any of you out there who don't think these dogs remember you, I would disagree with you. He took one look at me, jumped up, put his front legs on my shoulders and gave me his signature hug. To say I was glad to see him too, would have been an understatement. We visited for a while. This included him laying in my lap. But I loved every second of it!