tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56309239357249244352024-02-06T22:03:32.808-05:00Luna's Life in the Garden StateLuna's adventures in life after the racetrack.Witty Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468763796319372733noreply@blogger.comBlogger205125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630923935724924435.post-59446571086757755552013-12-30T15:50:00.001-05:002013-12-30T15:50:24.990-05:00December Has Come and GoneIt's been a long time since my last post. Over a month, in fact. Life just got away from me and I just didn't have the time, energy, and drive to write out the posts. Here's a quick recap of what we've been up to.<div>
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<b>Thanksgiving</b></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We went for a hike along the Potomac River. Hard to believe this dog was once paralyzed.</td></tr>
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Luna, Mike and I went to Washington D.C. to visit family and hang out with my Aunt and Uncle's dog, Ginny. Luna had a great time playing with Ginny's toys, taking walks around the neighborhood, and taking care of any leftovers from dinner.</div>
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<b>Foster Dog, Trina</b></div>
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For the first two weeks of December we fostered a lovely brindle greyhound named Trina. She had been adopted, but was returned quickly when she got into a fight with the resident greyhound. Unfortunately, the dogs were left unsupervised with food so it is unclear who started the fight. Both dogs were injured and Trina was returned. Happily, she was placed in the Prison Program where inmates care for the dogs one-on-one 24/7. They couldn't find any evidence of food aggression so she was placed with us for a "home situation test". Again, no food aggression or any other negative behaviors were found. However, she seemed to lack any kind of understanding of "personal space" as she was constantly in Luna's face and attempted to share the pillows. Luna was very tolerant of Trina's ridiculous behavior, but I can see another dog getting a bit ticked off when Trina's face was in their food bowl. After just a short time with us, Trina was adopted by a family that lives just 20 minutes away and owns three other dogs (one is a big male greyhound). Her family reports that Trina is a mischief maker, but everyone (including the dogs) enjoys her silly antics. What a great Christmas for Trina!</div>
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<b>Snow and Sun</b></div>
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The weather has been flexing back and forth over the last few weeks between muggy Florida rain and freezing Arctic snow. Luna enjoys running in the snow and splashing through the mud. Ugh. However, there was a week where the snow became ice and Luna was pretty miserable. She did not like walking on the slippery "snow" and falling through with her spindly legs while trying to go to the bathroom. We hope to get another good snowfall so we can hike at the mansion again.</div>
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<b>Christmas</b></div>
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Luna has been traveling with us a lot over the last few weeks. I've taken her to work since no one is around and she can keep me company. She also spent Christmas morning with us at my parents' house followed by Christmas afternoon and evening at Mike's family's house. She had plenty of playtime with Ryder...well...nap time. Luna wasn't interested in Ryder's attempts to play. Poor guy. Luna received some tasty treats, rawhides, a new stuffed moose squeak toy, a new light up collar (for night time walks), and a new bed for when she comes to my office. Lucky pup.</div>
Witty Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468763796319372733noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630923935724924435.post-19833678580533161612013-11-27T10:00:00.000-05:002013-11-27T10:00:09.713-05:00Little Brother Wants to PlayRyder and Luna have had several play dates at this point. Each time, Ryder tries desperately to get Luna to play with him. She, as always, refuses by ignoring him. Sorry buddy.<br />
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Since Luna won't play, I've been working with Ryder on his "drop it", "take it", and "sit" commands through our tug-of-war and retrieval game. He's doing pretty well, but has plenty of room for improvement. Many times he brings the toy to Luna just in case she suddenly decides to join in the fun. So such luck as of yet, but who knows? Maybe she'll change her mind on the 100th try.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ryder celebrates capturing his "prey" by racing around the yard.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Look, Luna! Doesn't this look like fun?"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Are you sure you don't want to play?"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Is there something we should chase?"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"She STILL won't play. What's wrong with her?" </td></tr>
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Witty Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468763796319372733noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630923935724924435.post-8621581651146635222013-11-24T22:48:00.000-05:002013-11-24T22:48:00.584-05:00Funky Foot QuestionThe other night, I noticed something funky going on with Luna's foot. I'm sure this is a simple and common problem so I welcome any advice before I head off to the vet's office. My suspicion is a calloused pad which I'm guessing requires soaking and moisturizer. Any suggestions?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What's up with the white, dry looking part of the pad?</td></tr>
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<br />Witty Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468763796319372733noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630923935724924435.post-79432961633244356642013-11-21T10:00:00.000-05:002013-11-21T10:00:06.260-05:00Purple Snoods are In This SeasonI have been trying to expand my knitting skills and use up some of the leftover yarn I have collected over the years so I decided to attempt knitting a snood for Luna. It came out pretty good and I'm quite pleased at how well it goes with Luna's coat. She looks very stylish. I can't wait to show it off this winter and I know Luna appreciates having a warm neck on our nighttime walks.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Seriously? You want me to wear this?"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Does purple go with this face?"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She's such a sassy fashionista.</td></tr>
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Witty Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468763796319372733noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630923935724924435.post-85652154479201833912013-11-18T10:00:00.000-05:002013-11-18T10:00:11.198-05:00Continued Play Date with the GemstonesAfter the market, Luna and I enjoyed some time hanging out in Mary Pat's large back yard. She has four chickens in a fenced in section that the dogs pretty much ignored which was surprising to me since they all have a history of going after chickens. At least, they ignored the chickens up until Mary Pat went in side the fencing to inspect them. <br />
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At that point, Luna was on high alert and even gave a couple of barks at the birds. Tanzanite offered a few play bows and tested how well the fencing held up. One of the chickens seemed to understand that the dogs could not get her because she walked right up to the fencing and pecked Tanzanite right on the nose which was both a surprise and hilarious. Emerald suffered the same pecking when she got to close. The look of surprise on her face was priceless. Only Opal waited on the sidelines just in case a bird got loose.</div>
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After playing with the chickens, Luna surprised us all with a sudden desire to run around. Ever since her accident (nearly two years ago) she has refused to run in the presence of other dogs. Apparently, she felt comfortable enough around the Gemstones that she was able to run until she was good and tired. I was so happy to see her fully enjoying herself. She didn't even mind that Fun Police Officer Tanzanite was trying to stop her from having a good time. Go, Luna!</div>
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Unfortunately, I didn't get any video of Luna running. I was too busy taking in the moment. Since Luna has shown that she can run with the other greys, we will have to visit again soon so she can enjoy another care free run.<br />
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Witty Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468763796319372733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630923935724924435.post-88994721657761421422013-11-16T22:04:00.002-05:002013-11-16T22:04:40.774-05:00Big Outing with the GemstonesI've been really busy lately with graduate school projects and coordinating a huge event for work. As a result, Luna developed another case of cabin fever. Her symptoms include selective hearing, excessive dancing/prancing around me when I put on my shoes, and desperate attempts for attention.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Opal, Emerald, and Tanzanite relaxing on the way to the market. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Luna was too excited to relax.</td></tr>
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Today was the first day free of commitments so I decided to cure Luna's cabin fever by taking her to visit Mary Pat and the Gemstones (thanks Mary Pat for seeing us on such short notice). The weather was perfect so we decided to visit Rice's Flea Market in Pennsylvania. I've taken Luna there a few times before and she loves the attention from the shoppers, the many interesting smells, and the different kinds of dogs that people bring. It didn't occur to me that visiting Rice's Flea Market with FOUR greyhounds might draw some attention.<br />
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We had barely stepped on to the main walkway when we were stopped by several people who wanted to talk greyhounds with us. Two of the people who stopped by had just lost their greyhound and it was evident that they needed their greyhound fix. Another family had a young girl who was curious about the dogs and happy to pet each one. After several minutes chatting with several shoppers, we finally headed off towards the dog treat vendor.<br />
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The girls enjoyed many samples from the vendor before we made our purchases. Luna never took her eyes off the vendor even when shoppers were petting her. It's amazing how well she can give someone eye contact when they have food.<br />
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We decided to do a full lap of the market, but this proved to be difficult because we were stopped every few feet so someone could pet our dogs. Mary Pat and I answered many questions and encouraged shoppers to consider a greyhound as their next pet. I wasn't expecting our little outing to turn in to a Meet & Greet, but it was a great opportunity to help spread the word on greyhound adoption.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tanzanite makes a great head rest during stops.</td></tr>
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By the time we finished our lap the market was closing up so we loaded the girls up to head home. All four were finally tired enough to lie down and relax. Social butterfly, Tanzanite, was so tired from greeting shoppers that she passed out the moment we started the car until we pulled in the driveway. Luna, on the other hand, stayed alert in case something interesting happened.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Luna finally laid down for the car ride back.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All four dogs are ready for a nap.</td></tr>
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Witty Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468763796319372733noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630923935724924435.post-5856319242213958722013-11-01T11:20:00.002-04:002013-11-01T11:20:35.635-04:00Halloween 2013Luna was a good sport and got dressed up for Halloween this year. Mike pointed out that she has more outfits for October than any other month. At this point she has a pretty orange collar, two orange and black necklaces, a pumpkin bandanna, and now a Halloween costume. It seems a bit much for one dog.<br />
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Anyway, Halloween fell on a Thursday this year so Luna was able to come to work with me. My co-worker, Kathy, brought her Siberian Husky, Libby, to work, too. Libby came dressed as a princess, but promptly threw her crown off her head after only a few minutes. What a diva!<br />
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Luna's costume was very simple. She went as a pony with a cowboy riding on her back. She looked very cute, but not thrilled with wearing the silly thing.<br />
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The past two years have had natural disasters screw up Halloween. Two years ago we had a snowstorm. Last year we had Hurricane Sandy. This year we had some rain, but not too much so we ended up with a few trick-or-treaters. I have so many fun memories of trick-or-treating in my neighborhood as a kid. Sadly, trick-or-treating seems to be a thing of the past since we haven't seen many kids in the last four years.<br />
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Despite the low number of kids, Luna greeted each one at the door in her costume. It looked like she was happy to see the kids, but unsure of their strange outfits. She was also probably confused by the fact that we had even a few kids at the door since this is out of the ordinary for our house.<br />
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Anyway, I think Luna had a fun Halloween and will definitely model her costume again next year.<br />
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Witty Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468763796319372733noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630923935724924435.post-44496963234511326542013-10-21T17:56:00.004-04:002013-10-21T17:56:51.505-04:00Annoying Little BrotherWe've taken Luna over to Mike's parent's house a few times over the last few weeks. The dogs are doing well together, but it is obvious that Luna is not thrilled with Ryder. She tolerates him, but she's not interested in becoming his next best friend.<br />
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It turns out Ryder is over two years old which explains his relatively calm demeanor. However, he is a young dog who wants to play. He tries to get Luna to play by offering play bows, gentle nose nudges on her head, and happy tail wagging. For a young dog interested in finding a playmate, he is surprisingly respectful and gentle. I believe it is due to his experience growing up with an older dog in his last home.<br />
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Luna tolerates his invitations to play fairly well, but she has shown her teeth several times and given him plenty of dog body language clearly stating, "Back off! I'm not interested!". One of these days she may snap at him if pushed too much so we always supervise them. Luna has snapped at young dogs before, but she is always careful never to make contact. She just gives them a quick scary bark/snap in their direction as a warning to go away.<br />
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Last weekend, Mike and I went to a friend's wedding and we left Luna with Ryder all day. When we came back to pick her up, the report was that Luna behaved beautifully, but Ryder had to spend some time in time out when he was bugging her too much. Afterwards, both dogs settled in for a nap, but Ryder insisted that Luna stay within eyesight just in case she decided it was playtime.<br />
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I'm sorry that Ryder hasn't found a playmate in Luna, but I hope that someday they will enjoy each other's company like Amber and Luna did. I think it will just take some time for Ryder to fit in the family a little more and for Luna to accept that Ryder isn't going anywhere.Witty Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468763796319372733noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630923935724924435.post-71018335021802267882013-10-05T13:31:00.000-04:002013-10-05T13:31:00.707-04:00Welcome Ryder!Last weekend, Mike's family welcomed their newest member. Ryder is a 1 year-old black lab mix who was surrendered by his previous owners in West Virginia. He only just arrived in New Jersey last week and Mike's mother was lucky enough to meet him at a local Farmer's Market. By the end of the day, Ryder was settling into his new home.<br />
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We brought Luna over to their house to meet Ryder the following day. To be honest, I was a little nervous about how this introduction would go. I figured Ryder would be too energetic for Luna and was worried that she would be reactive to a young pup's attempt to play. With Luna's experiences getting hit by other dogs when running and now the attack from the German Shepherd, she is very nervous about unfamiliar dogs moving around her.<br />
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Fortunately, Ryder spent at least three months living with an older Labrador in his previous home so he is understands how to be respectful of older dogs that do not want to play. After a few unsuccessful invitations to play, Ryder settled on Mike's sister as his playmate. Luna was clearly uncomfortable with the new puppy in the house, but she went about her business searching for snacks in the kitchen. For awhile, Ryder followed Luna from room to room the way Luna used to follow Amber.<br />
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I think it is going to take some time for these two to find a routine that works for both of them. I am hopeful that Ryder will get Luna to play a little in the yard when she feels more relaxed around him. In the mean time, it is nice to know that they are respectful of each other and can co-exist without too much trouble.<br />
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Witty Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468763796319372733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630923935724924435.post-50424592278921758852013-10-03T13:14:00.004-04:002013-10-03T13:14:42.230-04:00Fall HikingSunday was beautiful with sunshine and slightly cool temperatures. It was the perfect day to take Luna for a long hike at the local park with the mansion on the hill. It seems like we've visited this park once a season so we were due for an autumn walk.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mansion on the hill.</td></tr>
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When we started the walk, I had to keep Luna leashed because there were so many walkers, runners, bicyclists, and other dogs. By the time we reached the nature trail which goes past the barn and through the field, most visitors had finished their hike and were headed back to their cars. We were left in peace to enjoy the hike a little more "free ranged". </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Luna checks out the fencing.</td></tr>
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The nature trail requires hikers to travel up a steep hill in the woods (at least its shady), walk down the hill to the barn, through the grassy field (very sunny), back up the steep hill (this time in the full sun), and finally back down the hill through the woods. It's a pretty good workout for both of us.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Headed downhill towards the barn.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Luna goes on ahead.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A quick stop for a photo shoot.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Luna knows how to strike a pose.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Final stretch before we had back downhill.</td></tr>
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After we did the nature trail, Luna and I stopped at the stream for a quick drink and a rest in the cool water. Then, we continued on the standard trail which took us on an easy walking path through the woods and across the main lawn.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Isn't that water cold?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Somebody is a happy puppy.</td></tr>
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By the time we returned to the car, Luna was feeling pretty tired. It has been a while since she's had such an extensive walk. We'll have to make these hikes a more regular experience.</div>
Witty Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468763796319372733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630923935724924435.post-6236495465200602632013-09-25T14:10:00.001-04:002013-09-25T14:10:16.886-04:00Slow SeptemberHas it really been so long since my last post? I knew I was falling behind, but never realized how much time had past. It's been a hard start to fall with graduate school, a work conference, and other craziness. <br />
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I feel like I haven't spent much time with Luna this month and I think she feels the same way. Normally, she is very excited when I walk in the door or talk about giving her a walk. She will prance around, wagging her tail, and bark happily. Lately, her excitement has reached new heights. She has started rearing up on her hind legs, bouncing into me, and racing around our very tiny living room. Mike and I call her a little pony when she stands on her hind legs with joy. We will try to get a picture or video of this soon.<br />
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For the most part, Luna has spent her days in the crate, evenings with Mike in front of the TV (or helping in the kitchen), and weekends visiting our parents. I hope to take her to work with me on Friday so she can have a little time away from the ordinary. We'll have to make an effort to take her to a park this weekend so she can run off some of her crazies.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Relaxing on Amber's pillow and missing her buddy.</td></tr>
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Witty Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468763796319372733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630923935724924435.post-81594114351423503342013-09-25T14:09:00.002-04:002013-09-25T14:09:24.282-04:00Working with MikeWhile I was away at my work conference, Mike decided to take Luna to work with him so he could stay at work late without worrying about her. I was a little worried about how well this would go since Mike had never taken Luna to work with him before. Would his office mates be ok with having her around? Would Luna behave herself and stay put?<br />
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Not only did Luna have a great time at work and behaved herself, everyone at worked loved having her around (big surprise). In fact, Mike brought her to work almost every day of the week while I was away. Since then, his office mates have requested that she come back to work more often.<br />
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Mike sent me a few pictures of Luna at the office. I have to say that she looks way more comfortable at his office than at mine. Maybe that is because he brought her giant comfy pillow where as I just give her a blanket. Then again, we definitely give out more treats at my office. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just waiting for the end of the work day.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Is it time to go yet?"</td></tr>
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<br />Witty Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468763796319372733noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630923935724924435.post-69728179973618987852013-08-30T15:21:00.001-04:002013-08-30T15:21:04.263-04:00Luna as Fine ArtMike and I may not have any human kids at this time, but Luna is most definitely our baby girl. This is common knowledge to all our friends and family members. So, it should have come as no surprise that several of our wedding gifts followed a "we love Luna" theme. We received FOUR hand painted/sketched pictures of Luna. We joke that the decoration of our house has gone from "we like greyhounds" to a shrine for Luna.<br />
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The first three paintings were commissioned by my mother's family. The artist lives in England and is a good friend of my grandparents. They met the artist on one of their many trips to England. My grandfather had several paintings done by this artist of buildings and locations important to our family. To have these three paintings/sketches of Luna done by the same artist means so much to Mike and me.<br />
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(These paintings were modeled off of three photos on the blog. See if you recognize them!)</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Watercolor</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oil painting</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pencil (Sorry the picture did not turn out well. It is of Luna roaching.)</td></tr>
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The fourth drawing was done by a friend of ours who is a budding author and an amazing artist. She used one of our engagement photos to create the picture. We were shocked and honored that she created something so beautiful for us.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pencil</td></tr>
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Each piece is proudly on display in our home. We love each one because they showcase how beautiful Luna is inside and out. These are treasured pieces that we look forward to sharing with guests for many years to come.<br />
Witty Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468763796319372733noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630923935724924435.post-38889986700178470652013-08-26T17:34:00.000-04:002013-08-26T17:34:26.297-04:00Good-bye AmberThree weeks ago we said good-bye to Mike's family's dog, Amber. We're not sure of her age since she was adopted from a rescue, but we guess that she was somewhere between 12-14 years old. She wasn't doing too well and it became obvious that she was ready.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sweet Amber.</td></tr>
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As we were hanging out with her, I realized that I've known Amber for nearly as long as she's been a member of Mike's family. She was adopted about a year before I started dating Mike so I've known her for nearly a decade. She was always so welcoming to me and made me feel like part of the family when I'd come over to visit.<br />
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Everyone had their nicknames for Amber. Mike and his father frequently referred to her as "Stinky" or "Stupid". Mike's mother called her "Sweetheart" and "Honey". Mike's sisters loved to call her "Baby" and "Booger". My nickname for her was "Ambie Bear" which I always called her when I came over to visit.<br />
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In Amber's earlier years, she distinctly disliked other dogs and would not accept them in her home. By the time Luna came into our lives, Amber had settled down and allowed Luna to join the family. Luna loved to follow Amber from room to room and in and out of the house. I wonder if Luna will notice that her constant companion will be missing from the home when we go to visit.<br />
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Amber was a fantastic dog who made her family very happy. She loved nothing more than to receive affection and return that love tenfold. She will be sorely missed.Witty Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468763796319372733noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630923935724924435.post-84431754494029189902013-08-17T10:00:00.000-04:002013-08-17T10:00:05.648-04:00Finally at the FairLuna finally had a chance to go to a 4-H Fair. The weather was cool, the rain held off, and Mike and I were motivated to go. She enjoyed getting pet by anyone willing to stop and say hello. She also helped us finish our sandwiches.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Luna wanted her picture taken at the dog tent.</td></tr>
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As always, her favorite tents were the poultry and small animal tents. She especially liked the big wall of rabbit cages.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I don't think the chickens want to see you, Luna. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's a lot of rabbits.</td></tr>
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As we passed by the Mechanical Sciences tent, a young man had an radio controlled car zipping by the entrance to the tent. Luna immediately stopped in her tracks to watch with her ears up. Thinking that the car was scaring Luna, the man stopped the car and waited for us to pass. We explained that she actually enjoys watching the car and asked him to continue. When the car came back to life, Luna started barking her head off as if to say, "What the heck is that?! Can I catch it?!" She did not pull on the leash, but all her barking and intense gaze told me that she really wanted permission to put the car out of its misery. Maybe someday we'll get Luna an RC car to chase.<br />
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It was a great Fair and I'm glad Luna had a chance to visit. She settled down a bit when we got home, but you can tell she is still eager to be included in adventures outside of the house.Witty Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468763796319372733noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630923935724924435.post-11031393563200088882013-08-15T15:12:00.001-04:002013-08-15T15:12:16.565-04:00Wake Up CallNothing startles you awake better than a greyhound nose in your face. Luna is typically very good at staying quiet in the morning. She will stay on her pillow and wait for me to get up (for some reason she doesn't bother moving if Mike gets up first). <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I noticed that the sun is up."</td></tr>
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However, if she decides that we've had enough sleep she will come over to the side of the bed and just stand there looking at me. Again, she rarely bothers Mike. If I don't respond, she'll move closer and rest her head on the bed. If I still refuse to acknowledge her presence she will inch her nose close enough to leave a wet nose print on my arm or face which usually sends me leaping out of bed to her delight.<br />
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I'm just thankful that this method of waking up only happens occasionally and that she does does not choose to wake me up by jumping on the bed.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Perhaps you weren't aware that the day has started."</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Do you need some motivation to get out of bed?"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"You'd better get up before I touch you with my nose."</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"You know, you could help me get her out of bed instead of just smiling at me."</td></tr>
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Witty Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468763796319372733noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630923935724924435.post-61014333507687591612013-08-04T22:49:00.003-04:002013-08-15T15:12:28.278-04:00Traveler<div style="text-align: center;">
Got car? Will travel!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"So where are we going this time?"</td></tr>
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That's Luna's motto these days. Every time we start to move towards the door, pick up the keys, put on shoes, or make any other indications that we MIGHT be heading out, Luna's right there ready to go. She has become quite a dancer at the door when she is hoping you will take her along. I'll bet she would even enjoy a trip to the vet if it led to her going for a car ride.<br />
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When I was a kid, my neighbor who introduced me to the world of greyhound rescue shared with me this valuable advice. "How do you catch a lose greyhound? Open the car door and shout 'Car ride!" I'm sure most greyhounds owners will agree with this awesome breed trait.</div>
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Since the 4-H Fair, Mike and I have been spoiling Luna with as many car rides as possible. She has gone with me to work and "helped" the staff pack up the Fair. Typically, she just follows along asking for pets and investigating what we're doing. Since our office refrigerator is broken, Luna got to go out to lunch with me and the ladies. She was very well behaved and mostly left us alone while we ate.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Let me help you with that chip."</td></tr>
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Luna has also enjoyed trips to my parent's house, Mike's parent's house, the lake, and other errands. She is always eager to jump in the car and head out to...well, anywhere!<br />
<br />Witty Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468763796319372733noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630923935724924435.post-74784286361130019502013-08-01T10:00:00.000-04:002013-08-01T10:00:00.626-04:00Lazy Day with the GemstonesTo celebrate the end of 4-H Fair madness and give Luna a break for her boring life, we decided to visit Mary Pat and her three greyhounds, the Gemstones. Luna knew exactly where we were the moment we pulled up the driveway. She eagerly greeted Opal, Tanzanite, and Emerald, but she was even more enthusiastic about greeting Mary Pat, keeper of all delicious treats.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mary Pat with the Gemstones.</td></tr>
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Mary Pat and I thought that the girls would enjoy running together in her big backyard, exploring the vegetable garden, and bothering the chickens. We were surprised that Luna only did a few trots around the yard, trampled some of the garden, and sniffed at the chickens before ignoring them for the rest of the afternoon. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tanzanite showing off her best side.</td></tr>
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After only a short time all four dogs had picked their napping spots and fell asleep. Here we thought they'd enjoy the afternoon running around and instead they just snoozed away. We joked that we should stop calling them play dates and admit that our get togethers are really slumber parties.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Emerald perched on her throne.</td></tr>
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Mary Pat had prepared a delicious treat for the girls of frozen peanut butter and yogurt in a waffle cone. Each grey got her cone and quickly devoured the treat in just a few chomps. We will definitely have to make Luna another one at home.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The pups are eager for their treat. Notice Emerald's expression.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wide eyes and open mouths. They are ready!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Two seconds later it was all a memory.</td></tr>
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Luna always enjoy visiting the Gemstones. She gets tasty treats, plenty of attention, and the company of some wonderful greys.<br />
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Witty Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468763796319372733noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630923935724924435.post-74628117318922558112013-07-30T13:44:00.001-04:002013-07-30T13:44:41.459-04:00No Fair for LunaNew Jersey has been experiencing another July with record heat. During the week of my county's 4-H Fair, we were just melting. We were in the high 90's for most of the week which made set up, working the Fair, and clean up miserable (and dangerous). We took good care of our volunteers and animals by making sure everyone rested during the heat of the day, drank plenty of water, and used ice packs on their necks and wrists to keep cool. In the end, everyone stayed happy and no one suffered from heat stroke so I consider this year's 4-H Fair a success.<div>
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So what did all this weather have to do with Luna? Because of the extreme heat, Luna spent more than her fair share of days at home in the crate. It was just too risky to have her come with me to the Fair. She was not a happy camper after almost a month of being "ignored". She stopped eating the treats we left for her to keep herself occupied and started avoiding the crate when it was time for us to leave. </div>
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By the time the Fair got started, she was losing her mind each time I prepared to walk out the door. She would jump up and down around me as I put on my shoes. She would tug at any article of clothing and throw her stuffed animals in the air. She would run to the door, spin around, and start barking. She was a mad woman!</div>
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It got to the point where Mike had to hold her back as I walked out. Talk about heartbreaking! She reminded me of any little kid who is upset by their parent leaving. I could just see her crying, "Don't leave, Mom! I want to go with you!" As if Fair time wasn't hard enough, I've got my dog making me feel terrible for leaving her at home.</div>
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The weather has become a lot more tolerable over the last few days so we have been taking Luna on as many adventures as possible to make up for her miserable weeks in the crate. Stay tuned for pictures!</div>
Witty Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468763796319372733noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630923935724924435.post-21291740503735905872013-07-12T14:12:00.000-04:002013-07-12T14:12:00.607-04:00Tug!A while ago I talked about how Luna has discovered the fun of playing tug with her toys. She has definitely improved over the last few months. When I take her outside to run off her zoomies I try to take one of her toys with us so we can play tug. If I forget, she is obviously upset with me because she will look for something to tug on me. Having the toy on hand focuses her energy and leaves me without fear of her chomping on my hand by accident.<br />
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What I'm really impressed about is how focused she can be on tugging. She will clamp down on the toy and refuse to let go. I pull her in all directions including running with the toy so she has to follow, but she never lets go. I'm pleased that she has figured out that the game works best when she is actively holding onto the toy instead of letting go right away. At this time, she does not tug back if I stop moving the toy. I don't know if she understands this part of the game or if she just prefers to have me do all the tugging.<br />
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<br />Witty Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468763796319372733noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630923935724924435.post-90968993261786732962013-07-10T14:10:00.000-04:002013-07-10T14:10:00.694-04:00Fireman's CarnivalDespite the hot weather, Mike and I have been taking Luna on as many adventures as possible. During the last weekend in June, the local fire department's carnival was being held and we decided to check it out. The carnival happens to be located in the same park as my county's 4-H Fair so I was especially curious to see what the township lets the fire department get away with when they would typically attack us for the same issues. It turns out, there are a lot of discrepancies between what 4-H is allowed to do and what the fire department is allowed to do. <br />
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We were surprised to find that Luna was the ONLY dog in the park. I guess most people come without dogs so they can enjoy the rides and eat in the food tent. Mike and I weren't interested in either so we just strolled around and took note of differences between this carnival and the 4-H Fair. </div>
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I was pleasantly surprised to see that Luna was not overly nervous around the loud rides and games. She was also very calm walking through the crowds with everyone shouting, "Look a dog! Aww. What a cute dog!". Sometimes I forget how lucky we are that Luna is this calm in crazy situations. I guess when you've lived through the 4-H Fair you can handle just about anything.</div>
Witty Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468763796319372733noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630923935724924435.post-85519588093878024992013-07-08T14:07:00.001-04:002013-07-08T14:07:59.056-04:004th of July FestivitiesThe 4th of July is a major holiday for my family. Our lake neighborhood throws a huge party that we are very involved in and my friend, Marine, hosts a pool party that we always attend. This means that Luna gets left at home for most of the weekend. We know it's not fun for her, but it keeps her safe and out of trouble.<br />
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While she didn't get to come to the lake party (not an ideal location for dogs) she did join us for the pool party. Luna did great visiting with all the guests, exploring the fenced back yard, and staying cool under the trees. I did get her to stick her feet in the water to help cool her off, but she wasn't interested in swimming and I wasn't interested in teaching her. She did enjoy watching the pool cleaner travel back and forth on the bottom of the pool. A few times I was a little worried she might try to jump in, but she stayed on the edge and just watched with her ears up.<br />
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After the pool party, we brought Luna home, fed her, and then left her in the crate while we went to see fireworks with Mike's family. We have never exposed Luna to fireworks. We can't see how she would get any enjoyment out of being in a strange environment with loud explosions overhead. For her safety and our sanity we always leave her at home when we are going to watch fireworks.<br />
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We had a great 4th of July weekend and we are proud that Luna did so well at the house. She will definitely be rewarded for her good behavior.Witty Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468763796319372733noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630923935724924435.post-23897280406176130302013-07-05T10:00:00.000-04:002013-07-05T10:00:02.815-04:00"Swimming" at the Park<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I had a rare weekend off and it was a beautiful day so Luna and I decided to explore the local park that we visited in the winter. It was unbelievably hot walking out to the creek that runs through the park. The high humidity made it miserable for both of us. I was seriously worried about whether Luna would be able to walk that far since it was so hot. I kept an eye on her panting and kept us in the shade as much as possible. If needed, I had a bottle of water and a collapsible water bowl in my bag.<br />
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Aside from Luna's experience with hydrotherapy, she hasn't had a lot of experience with water. I wondered how she would react to wading in the stream. My last greyhound, Eris, never liked to go further into the water than her wrists. Even in the most extreme heat, Eris would avoid swimming and prefer to just stick her toes in the water.<br />
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Whether due to the extreme heat, her past experience with hydrotherapy, or simply her easy going nature, Luna walked straight into the water without hesitation and went in until her chest was submerged. She didn't seem at all worried about the uneven bottom with big, slippery rocks. I was worried about them, though, so I tried to direct her to areas with smaller rocks that she would be less likely to trip over.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Does that feel good puppy?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh yes it does!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Enjoying the sandy bank.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now that is a happy puppy.</td></tr>
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After a nice cool down, we followed the stream and found the bridge where the trail goes over the water. I couldn't help thinking to myself, "Better keep an eye out for trolls." Luna was curious about my voice echoing off of the sides of the bridge so we played around with the echo for awhile. It was nice and cool under the bridge. We wadded in the water there for a long while.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Luna keeps an eye out for trolls.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nice and shady here.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Is that water feeling good?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ahhhh!!!! :-)<br />
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Eventually, Luna signaled to me that she was ready to head back to the car. We took a shortcut off the path to keep Luna walking on grass and get to the parking lot faster. The cicadas were in full force which freaked me out. I really don't like cicadas and they were everywhere! The noise was intense, their dead bodies littered the ground, and (worst of all) they kept clumsily flying into me. Bleh!<br />
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Despite the heat, it was a really nice day out with the pup. I hope to visit the park again before the summer is over, but maybe we'll wait for a cooler day.Witty Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468763796319372733noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630923935724924435.post-86283717492101714192013-07-03T10:00:00.000-04:002013-07-03T10:00:00.923-04:00Gotcha 2!Can you believe it's already and only been two years since we adopted Luna? How can time feel like it's passed so quickly and yet it feels like we've had Luna in our lives forever?<br />
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Here is a review of Luna's second year with us.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">July - Grapehounds Wine Tour, NY</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">August - Luna doesn't always run when the opportunity arises</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">September - Greyhound Friends of NJ picnic</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">October - Luna and the three surviving gourds</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">November - Just a silly puppy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">December - Luna with her haul of new toys</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">January - Snowy walks in the neighborhood</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">February - Snowy hikes at the mansion</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">March - Luna tolerates foster dog Flying Symphony </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">April - Beautiful walks again</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">May - Luna approves of Mike and me tying the knot</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">June - Father's Day</td></tr>
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It's been another year full of adventures, drama, and love. Mike and I are looking forward to spending another fantastic year with our favorite (spoiled-rotten) puppy. Happy Gotcha Day, Luna!<br />
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<br />Witty Angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05468763796319372733noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630923935724924435.post-54490840396282607662013-07-01T09:00:00.000-04:002013-07-01T09:00:06.171-04:00Miss Ernie Visits<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
For the past week Luna has played hostess to our friend's pug, Miss Ernestine (a.k.a. Ernie). I've known this pug for a very long time. Ernie was one of my friends project dogs when we were in 4-H dog club together. When I was a 4-H dog club leader, Ernie was my go-to dog when I had a club member who needed a calm, well-behaved dog to work with. Ernie has retired and returned to 4-H more times than I can count. She officially retired in 2010 after she filled in for club member's aggressive dog at the Fair. It was obvious that Ernie had reached her limit.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Puggly Wuggly</td></tr>
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Ernie and Luna have done well together. They pretty much ignore each other which works well most of the time. However, walking them together is next to impossible. Luna wants to walk fast. Ernie can barely walk at all. Luna wants to sniff around. Ernie wants to go back to the house ASAP. The morning routine is a little longer since we need to take the dogs out separately, but its the easiest way to keep everyone under control.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Silly pug.</td></tr>
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Last week, Ernie went with me to work. She did fairly well, but I still like taking Luna to work best. My co-workers loved her and the many noises she makes (constantly). On our way to and from work, Ernie rode in the back of the Jeep where Luna normally rides. She was quite the princess to have the whole back to herself.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jump up there Ernie!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good job.</td></tr>
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