Greyhounds and Galgo and Mud…

…oh my!

Greyhounds, a Galgo, and mud. That pretty much sums up my Friday, and it was a BLAST! Peaches had to go to the oncologist for her chemotherapy and she hates to be the only dog when she leaves the house, so Mom brought me along. (Mom also wanted to use the vet scale to weigh me now that I’m closer to a weight she thinks is right. I weighed 81.3 pounds.)

While Peaches was at the vet clinic, me and Mom went over to Aunt Carol’s house. Aunt Carol was at work, but Uncle Mike was there, and so was Fox (racing name Century Fox) - not my doggy daddy Fox, a different Fox - Wesley (racing name Brian Knight), Nod (racing name Nod Episode) - she’s BJ’s neice - and Guillermo (aka Ghillie).

Fox, Wesley, and Nod are retired racing Greyhounds. Guillermo is a Spanish Greyhound, also called a Galgo. Galgos come in a short-coated variety (like a “normal” Greyhound) and a rough-coated variety (similar to an Irish Wolfhound or Scottish Deerhound coat). Ghillie has a rough coat, making him sort of fuzzy.

Me with Ghillie (fuzzy whitish dog), Wesley (black dog),
and Fox (red fawn dog)

Ghillie and Nod following me

Nod (in front),
Ghillie (checking me out),
followed by Fox and Wesley

The best thing about their house is the HUGE yard. Not only is it big, it’s mostly flat and open for lots of room to run and play, and there’s a bit of a “mountain” in one corner (perfect for playing King of the Mountain or - in my case - Czar of the Mountain). Uncle Mike brought a couple of stuffies out for us to play with - a squirrel and a Canada goose - and we played and had a bunch of fun. Also, since we’ve had a bit of rain here recently, the yard was just muddy enough to give good traction.

Checking out the yard

This is just one small piece of the yard. You can see the goose
stuffie lying on the ground in the middle of the bottom half
of the picture.

Sergei, Czar of the Mountain.

Ghillie and Fox paying homage to Czar Sergei

Ghillie says: “Come down and play!”

Okay!

I got the goose!

And now I’ve got the squirrel.

Running for fun

Look at me go!

Me and Fox. He’s over 12 years old. Look at him go!

After awhile I settled down on the nice cool ground and watched Ghillie run around.

Finally, I couldn’t stand just watching any longer.

Catch me if you can!

Ghillie never did catch me, but he’d been running a lot more than me so maybe he was getting tired. Besides, the idea wasn’t to catch anyone anyway. We were all just having FUN! I hope you did, too.

–Sergei