My Girls

I just couldn't resist posting this one!

Under Her Wing

Jezzy is slowly but surely allowing herself to show Luna some affection. They often nap together throughout the day and have developed a routine about play. Jezzy will squeak her rabbit in Luna's face until she can't resist it and they wrestle for that toy for about 10 minutes together. It's a lot of fun to watch them interact. However, it still needs to be Jezzy's idea. Luna can't be the initiator of the game.

Don't get me wrong, there have been times when Jezzy will get in her crate and bark at Luna to leave her alone. Luna will get the message too. And there was that time that Luna was sitting next to me on the sofa, in Jezzy's usual spot -- Jezzy got up on the sofa and ever so gently sat down on Luna until she moved and Jezzy was able to sit in her spot next to me. Luna settled for the spot next to Jez. So funny!

Her Person

Hayes is ALL about Luna. He love, love, loves her. 

Around our house, I am known as Jezzy's person. It's a known fact that whippets attach themselves to the people in their lives. Recently, Hayes announced that he thinks he is Luna's person. I sure hope he is right. He certainly loves that girl. We are encouraging him to feed her, play with her, and our vet has a puppy class that I want to take him & Luna to. I think it would be great for them both. Never underestimate the power of a dog.

Life With Luna

After her first night with us, we were all a little bit beat. A Whippet pile nap was DEFINITELY in order!

Our outdoor cushions have been housed inside due to the massive amounts of rain this month. Luna has discovered them as a fun-filled jungle gym.

She certainly keeps us busy!

Toy Joy

It's hard to remember that most dogs love toys. Jezzy has always been a little stand-offish about them. She only chases the rabbits and squirrels with squeakers in them. The pup LOVES them. S0 I went and got a few new toys to keep the interest level in the toys high and to be sure there were plenty of appropriate chewing options. One of the toys is a squirrel-in-the-stump where there are three little squeaky squirrels that she can pull out of the stuffed stump. It's been a load of fun, but as you can see, the box has been just as enjoyable! Such a typical baby.

Comanche Moon: Luna

Meet our newest addition! She arrived last night, all the way from Colorado. She was co-bred by Snowbird Kennels in Colorado Springs, and our good friend at SaeSi Kennels here in Indianapolis. You can see the news about the pups and their line here. All of Snowbird's dogs have Native American names; Our little girl is Snowbird SaeSi's Comanche Moon. We call her Luna. Luna is Jezzy's niece. We are so delighted to have her. She's a bundle of energy!





I'm sure there will be many more pictures to follow.

Living the Whippet Life

It's still too soggy to dig. Jez and I are going to lay around all day. Tomorrow we are off to the lake.

Ever Have One of Those Mornings?

I did. Today. It started with my restless sleeping as Hayes decided he must sleep in the bed with me when daddy's gone. Seemed like a sweet thing at 9:30 last night -- around 1 a.m. it's just annoying. And then, at 2:30 a.m. I hear the dog retching. Yup, she is throwing up. Thank God it's on the carpet and not in the bed. 

I get up to see if I can help her, and I realize it's the Easter chocolate - and the foils - from about a dozen mini Reese's Cups. Great. Exactly what I was NOT wanting to see. (In case you are unaware, chocolate is toxic to dogs and can be lethal in large doses.) I call the after-hours vet hot line and speak to Liz. She is not concerned. Apparently milk chocolate is better than dark (how can it be possible?) and the fact that there was peanut butter as part of the treat seems helpful as well. She says we can expect some vomiting and diarrhea over the next few days. Nice. I go back to bed. Jezzy comes with me. I say a short and direct prayer about doing anything so long as she doesn't "pass" the chocolate in the bed. I am sure God has heard me.

Hayes wakes me up at 5:30 - the bed is wet. So are his boxers. Really? This hasn't happened for ages. Yup, really. Ok, strip the bed; strip the kid; wash the kid; redress the kid; put kid in his own bed (where I am now convinced he should have been all night anyway); throw the bed clothes in the laundry; redress the bed; get under the covers only to hear the alarm go off -- I have to work today. Where's Richard, you ask? He's in Orlando. He'll be back Thursday afternoon. Most of the chocolate should have "moved through" Jezzy's system by then.

I'm tired. I think I'll go to bed. Alone.