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These drugs make some dogs hyper, said the vet when he handed over J's medication for his allergic bronchitis. Blimey. I'll say. It's like having him on fast forward - or speed.
These drugs make some dogs hyper, said the vet when he handed over J's medication for his allergic bronchitis. Blimey. I'll say. It's like having him on fast forward - or speed.
Labels: Health
Jake's new greyhound pal Steve Austen has ripped a claw off in hot pursuit of a rabbit. He needs special greyhound boots (no kidding!). Therapaw are recommended by the Greyhound Awareness League. (What's with all these sighthound leagues? GAL, the Lurcher Agility League... I'm going to form a League of Lurcher Leagues). Anyway:
See how the greyhound's back legs are pointing a different direction to the dog? A very familiar stance by a certain lurcher I could mention.
See how the greyhound's back legs are pointing a different direction to the dog? A very familiar stance by a certain lurcher I could mention.
Labels: Park life
Our neighbours are growing tomatoes in pots in their front yard. And some of the fruits are on our side of the railings. I'm trying to work out how to tell them that while we fumble with house keys, Jake has occasionally taken the opportunity to have an experimental little lick... Surely they'll wash the tomatoes before they eat them. Won't they?
Labels: Family
Jumping Jake flash...
To take our minds off what Sandy might be eating in Korea, we've been pressing on with agility...
Check out the corkscrewing tail!
He flies through the air with the greatest of ease...
It's that Ladbrookes moment:
To take our minds off what Sandy might be eating in Korea, we've been pressing on with agility...
Check out the corkscrewing tail!
He flies through the air with the greatest of ease...
It's that Ladbrookes moment:
Labels: Agility
So Jake & I are walking along the canal on the crack o' dawn shift. I'm congratulating myself because every day this week he's turned round, come back to me and then walked to heel past the nesting swans and signets - instead of what he used to do (and still would, given the chance) - galluphing up to the swans, barking enthusiastically. What a good boy! What a training triumph!
And then...
he spots a cat further up the towpath and he's off, at full pelt, suddenly deaf, scattering other walkers as he goes. The cat escapes to the floating walkways where the canal boats are tethered. I'm running, and still miles behind, collecting outraged looks from passersby. What a badly trained dog! Has she no control over him?
We need a stunt cat to resolve the ongoing issue of running up to cats and barking at them. Is this a job for FagPuss?
And then...
he spots a cat further up the towpath and he's off, at full pelt, suddenly deaf, scattering other walkers as he goes. The cat escapes to the floating walkways where the canal boats are tethered. I'm running, and still miles behind, collecting outraged looks from passersby. What a badly trained dog! Has she no control over him?
We need a stunt cat to resolve the ongoing issue of running up to cats and barking at them. Is this a job for FagPuss?
Labels: Park life
