July Wrap Up

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Well, this month is not what I expected.

If you have read other wrap ups this year, you know I have usually stayed on task, or at least didn’t give myself a hard time if I didn’t. I have had some unexpected surprises, like getting our greyhound and getting to go to Toronto Comic Con.

July…oh July, what did you do to me? We started out ok, but you have decided to kick me in the teeth.

Work has been really busy, but not complaining about that! The heat is slowly kicking my ass. Well, the humidity. I hope it breaks soon. I am constantly shiny and have a cranky hubby haha.

Earlier last week, Foxy shaved about five years off of my life expectancy. She was fine and all of a sudden, she couldn’t walk. We rushed her to the emergency vet. I am grateful it was her new vet on duty that night. The good news: it wasn’t something deadly. Wasn’t a stroke or seizure. Long story short, she wasn’t paralyzed and 24 hours later she was walking again and had her strength up. It brought a lot back from when my boxer was sick last year and passed away. If you are an animal lover, you get the sick feeling I had.

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Foxy ❤ She is doing so much better. Love this lil face ❤

The weekend brought a double whammy. I got a call from a friend who had a medical thing. I won’t go into details but she is ok. And on top of that, I found out one of my best friends is moving back home, half way across the world to Ireland.

I’m crushed.

I cried all weekend. She and I are close. When hubby goes away, her and I hang out a lot more and also are there for each other. When money is tight we pull together our resources and cook at my place or hers. When my boxer was sick, she stayed with me and helped. I call her “the wife” for a good reason. We are there for each other but life has thrown some shit her way that not even the bestest of friends can fix. My small, cheerio sized circle of (local) friends, is about to get smaller. Things may change, but…we shall see.

So thanks to humidity zapping my energy, work being crazy and being emotionally drained, I did nothing this month. No reading, no writing…but I plan to take a “me day” soon and hopefully I can do one of these things.

Hopefully next month my wrap up will be more perky haha. 😉

 

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Adopting a Greyhound: Part 2

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The first 72 hours were hard.

And it had nothing to do with the dog, even when I was outside the night after, crying and telling my husband I was a failure. (I do believe I was having a hard time walking her….when Foxy doesn’t want to move, it’s like moving a boulder lol).

Adopting a Greyhound is totally different from adopting a dog from a local shelter. Greyhounds have had a totally different lifestyle. The dog needs to adjust, and so do the owners. Total exhaustion is what brought me down.

The weekend we adopted her, we were awake at 5 am, and neither one of us had much sleep during the night. We left at 6 am and hit the road. At 10 am we reached the GAPC site, in Musquodoboit. And at 2:15 pm, we left with our girl after an almost four hour orientation. Then we hit the road again for the long drive home. (I will add here, despite the long day and exhaustion, it was all worth it).

That night we didn’t sleep much. In fact, I didn’t sleep well for a few days and had to take a sick day from work. I slept near her at night to keep an eye on her. Our lil princess never made a peep.

Hubby and I are both animal softies, so we felt for her having to adjust to her new home. And it wasn’t easy on either of us when it came for housebreaking her. It took the two of us to get her out of her crate. We hated it, but we couldn’t let her sit in agony had she needed to use the bathroom.

It took a couple of days, and then it happened: slow progress. She started out by coming out of her crate on her own and sniffing around. We have caught her tail wagging briefly but those moments are the best. It’s almost like she is afraid to be happy. She was bounced around a lot in her life, so in her mind she is probably thinking that this is another pit stop along the way.

We see progress every day. Our favorite so far was this moment. Pretty sure this is a good sign she is adjusting to her forever home. 😉

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The inevitable Greyhound “roach”.  

We’ve had our girl for three weeks now. We adore her. We love up on her all the time, and are patiently impatient for her to love us back. She gets lots of love, attention and treats.

She loves the beach and is even starting to enjoy truck rides.

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Being daddy’s copilot from the back seat. 

I can’t wait to write about more of her progress and adventures we have with her. She is a distraction from regular daily life but we aren’t complaining. My writing is on the back burner, but I will get back to it eventually. Helping our new girl adjust and feel comfy is far more important.

Do you have a Greyhound? If so, let me know! Would love to chat to you!

Adopting Our Greyhound: Part 1

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We knew years ago that someday we wanted to adopt/rescue a dog at some point. We had really thought it would be good for Hershey, our beloved Boxer. But when she got sick last year and passed away, adopting a dog was put on the back burner.

In fact, what I didn’t tell my husband was that I didn’t know if I ever wanted to own another dog again. Hershey was my girl, and heartbroken doesn’t touch what I felt when she died. I did everything I could to keep her alive. But sadly,  after 10 weeks, she passed away in my arms on the way to the vet.

I was shattered.

A few months back, hubby mentioned applying to the SPCA to adopt a dog. I said “oh sure” but that’s as far as it went.

I had slowly started to come around, but the thought of owning a dog again gave me anxiety. Mr. C suggested we get a puppy, and after a particular awful day, I had a meltdown and added “I can’t do it, we can’t own a puppy.” (I should mention: the awful day didn’t include dogs in any way.)

It was the next day when Mr. C said, “Well, what about a Greyhound?”

An you know what? I didn’t feel any anxiety about that idea. In fact, I was totally on board.

Greyhounds had been on our wishlist for awhile. I immediately started doing research, talking to some friends who used to own them and hitting Google hard before we applied.

The process was a lot quicker than I thought.  We applied to GPAC, Greyhound Pets of Atlantic Canada. They are an amazing group of wonderful, caring people. We applied online, had an in-home visit, had our vet fill out a form and the last stage was driving to Musquodoboit Harbour here in Nova Scotia. We arrived at 10 am for our orientation. This is when we could ask questions and learn more about the dogs, training, etc… Around 1:30 it was time for the dogs. Hubby and I were each given one to walk, and the owner suggested which one she thought would be better for us.

After a little walking and trying to decide (it was hard!) we settled on this beautiful girl:

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E’s Foxberry. Now known as Foxy. Photo is from the GPAC website.

How could we leave that little face behind? Her racing name was E’s Fox Berry, so we decided to keep it simple and call her Foxy.

She’s a dainty little princess, total diva.

And we adore her.

For more information on adopting a greyhound, visit GPAC.ca