Doing an "S"

The other day Dad was cutting the grass and I was outside spotting for him. I look for things in the yard that he shouldn’t run over—like my toys! While I was on the lookout I saw a baby snake. I was so shocked; I never saw such a thing! I had to let Dad know this right away!

I probably would have been scared, but this was a small snake and he was anxious to get out of the yard. I watched him as he slithered away, doing his “S” to move real fast. He was scared of me, Dad and the lawn mower!

Snakes don’t have any legs like me, so I had to get on the computer and look up how they move on The Google. It’s pretty amazing they can move without legs by doing an “S.”

Dad told me that last year when he was jogging around the neighborhood he saw a baby snake in the road. It was trying to get out of the road, but no matter how hard he tried to do his “S” he couldn’t make it up the curb. Dad said he tried doing a fast “S” and a big “S” but neither worked. He was too small to get over the curb. Dad said he got a stick and helped the snake get out of the road.

Seeing a baby snake was pretty cool. I don’t know if I want to see a big snake; Dad says they can get pretty big! I give it 3.5 roos.

The Greyt Race

Last Sunday, me and Dad went to the Greyt Race in Rocky River to do a mile walk (I love walks!) and tell people what great pets us greyhounds make. We left early and I was a bit sluggish because I was out late partying the night before. I went to the South’s house and I saw all my old friends. We ran around and watched fireworks. I had so much fun.

At the race, me and Dad walked a mile in 9:43—and that included a poop break. I don’t care about my times anymore, and I don’t think that was really a mile, but we had fun and I got a medal. I also got to see a lot more greyhounds and other dogs—even two that looked like Petey! I told those dogs about Petey and that they looked just like him. They seemed excited that I told them that.

Before the race there was a very scary moment. Me and Dad pull up in our car and the guy in front of us stops his car and gets out to talk to the race people. While he is talking, his greyhound jumped out the window! I thought, “Oh my gosh,” what is this dog doing? The guy didn’t know or nothing. My Dad beeped, but the guy thought my Dad was telling him to get out of the road. My Dad wasn’t saying that at all, he was trying to tell the guy that his greyhound jumped out the window. The guy got in his car and then realized his greyhound was gone. Luckily, people caught the greyhound pretty quick and nobody got hurt!

It was a fun morning and I was worn out. I give it 4.0 roos!

Sharing the attention

I like attention, I admit it. I like meeting and greeting people, having my picture taken and being petted. Often, when Mom and Dad are paying attention to Petey, I get jealous and shove my way right in. I get in between them so that I can get the attention.

But Petey has been hurting lately. His little legs are bothering him and he gets medicine from the vet. Dad even has to give Petey a shot every Tuesday—something that neither Dad nor Petey looks much forward to. Because Petey is hurting, Mom and Dad are giving him lots of attention, and lots of love.

I think Petey needs lots of love right now, so I am trying to share the attention with him. I am being a nice boy and not shoving my way in.

I hope Petey gets better and the medicine works. He’s a bit of a blockhead, but he’s my friend. And, if he gets better, then I can go back to seeking all the attention.

Petey’s legs hurting are 0 roos, but the sharing the attention with my friend is worth 4 roos.

Lecture time

So yesterday I am there just lying on the deck when Dad says “Come here Sky, we need to talk.” I am enjoying the sun and thought we could talk later when Dad gets a little stern with me and says, “Now, Sky!”

“Uh oh?” I think I best go see what this is about. My Dad said he checked my blog and noticed that I have not been writing very much lately. I told my Dad that I have just been lazy, not doing much—taking it easy. Dad said that writing a blog is a serious responsibility and that I have to make a commitment to writing on a regular basis. He said my fans look forward to what I have to say—that I can’t just take the summer off!

Fans? I got fans! Well that’s some roos worth writing about. I told my Dad, okay, I’ll tell my fans that I am sorry for not writing for a couple of weeks. I hope they’ll still be my fans. I love having fans; they get lots of roos and kisses!

I promise that I will try to keep up with my blog, even in the summer when it’s fun just lying around. Thanks for being my fans!

Getting lectures are no fun, but I learned a good lesson about responsibility. I give it 2 roos!

Back to the scene of the crime!

Recently, my Mom asked me if I wanted to go for a ride. Without taking destination into consideration, I gave her a resounding, “Roo!” I waited for her to get my leash and off we went. The trip started great, as we passed Mr. Jim from ESGAO. I always like seeing him, he’s a nice human! But then, after a few minutes, I realized where we are going. Yikes! I need to remember to start asking more questions.

We’re off to the vet and, considering my last experience, I am a little nervous. Almost dying is no roos, and we’re heading back to the scene of the crime.

Once in the vet’s office, I am doing my best to be a good boy and not act scared. I am a brave boy. My Mom wouldn’t take me there if she thought something bad would happen.

I hesitated at first, but then agreed to get my shots. This time I knew they weren’t trying to kill me, cause they took real good care of me. They talked nice to me, gently gave me my shots to keep me healthy and then gave me a cool bandana. They even took me in the back to meet their staff because I was so good. I got VIP treatment. The vet said she wishes all of her patients were as good as me!

I told them about my blog and I hope they will read what I have to say.

This time going to the vet was fun, I give it 3.5 roos.

Petey Louganis

So, Petey has been fascinated with the small swimming pool, called a “swim spa,” since Mom and Dad got it. He likes warm water and thinks the spa is his personal water bowl. Mom and Dad don’t let him drink much cause it has chemicals in it. Well Sunday, Mom and Dad are swimming and Petey takes a trip up the ladder to get a better look and a few licks of water. Mom says Petey should get in the spa, cause it might help his joints. Dad says Petey wants in cause he wants to drink all the water.

As Mom and Dad are discussing, Petey’s patience is wearing thin. Next thing I know, the darn dog just leaps in the pool with Mom and Dad. That’s right, he just jumps right in like he knew what he was doing. Mom and Dad are holding him up in the pool, but now Petey realizes that this is more like a bath than a large water bowl. His face is all wet and he wants out. Now!

Mom and Dad swiftly arrange an exit up and out of the pool by the ladder he leaped from. Petey is all wet and takes to running around the yard and into the house to dry himself off—just like he does after a bath. When he was in the house, Mom would ask if Petey was okay, and I would go in and check and he was okay.

I don’t think Petey will be jumping in the pool again anytime soon. But it was fun to watch, he is such a silly dog. I give it 4 roos.

Bad Words

So Saturday I am watching Dad cut the grass in the front yard. Dad’s cleaning up the place and we’re excited because Mom is coming home. I have to watch through the window ‘cause there is no fence in the front yard and I am not allowed where there is no fence to keep me safe.

While I am watching Dad, I see a kitty I know come around from the side of the house and head over across the road. I always notice kitties. Dad noticed the kitty too and was watching to make sure he crossed the road safely.

All of the sudden, I hear Dad starting to say something and notice a car coming down the road. Dad is yelling to the driver to watch out for the kitty—and he’s pointing at the kitty so the driver can see that it is in the middle of the road.

The driver did not pay attention to my Dad or the road cause he was headed straight for the kitty. We’re all getting scared and holding our breath cause he is not slowing down or anything. Sure enough, the driver hits the kitty and we can’t tell what happened to the kitty ‘cause it went running.

I was so sad for the kitty ‘cause he got hurt, and, oh boy, was my Dad mad. He was yelling and saying “rated R” words about that driver. My Dad don’t usually cuss, except when the Browns are playing, but he was saying bad words really loud and didn’t care if anyone heard him.

Dad said he knows that sometimes animals get hit by cars on accident, but he was mad ‘cause there was no excuse to hit this nice kitty. There was nothing going on. No cars in the streets, no kids playing, it wasn’t raining, it wasn’t dark . . . it was just the road and a kitty in the middle of the road trying to walk to the other side. That man wasn’t paying attention to where he was going.

Dad says people need to stop being distracted when driving, especially in neighborhoods. People need to slow down and look in both directions—you never know when a kitty or a greyhound or a kid on a bike will come out into the road.

I feel very sorry for that kitty. He didn’t do nothing to that man to deserve to get run over. We haven’t seen that kitty so we don’t know if he is alive or not. The neighbor went looking for it, but couldn’t find it. Me and Dad were very upset the rest of the day.

Seeing a kitty get hit by a distracted driver is 0 roos.

Update: I saw my Dad talking with the neighbor today and he came in and told me good news. The kitty is okay! The neighbor said that the kitty is doing okay and staying away from the road. Me and Dad haven't seen the kitty so we were worried and thought the worst. The neighbor said they saw the driver when it happened and he had his head down like he was looking at his phone. I hope he learned a lesson too! The kitty gets 4 roos for being okay!

Week at Bernie's

Tomorrow I have to say goodbye to my Mom. Not forever, just for a week. She has been working really hard and did all her homework so she is allowed to go on vacation for a week. She is going to Panama City to get a tan and talk to the dolphins. Mom loves dolphins and has pictures of them all over the house. She loves them almost as much as she loves me!

Dad is staying home to take care of me and Petey. We’ll probably do some “man” stuff that we are not allowed to do when mom is home. We’ll drink beer and burp. After we burp, we'll laugh like it’s really funny. After Petey burps he has that goofy “Weekend at Bernie’s” look on his face. We’ll probably turn the music up real loud and do hip-hop dances. We’re going to make messes and not clean them up and watch lots of ball games in the living room (roo, roo Tribe!).

We’ll probably get lots of human treats and I bet me and Dad will play lots of fetch outside. We’ll probably stay up past our bedtime, watch a rated “R” movie and then have pizza for breakfast! We just have to remember to clean up before Mom gets home and then act like we were good boys the whole time she was gone.

Okay . . . we probably won’t do all those things, I think I have been watching too much reality television.

I hope Mom has a nice vacation and I’ll miss her. I bet she’ll be telling Sky stories on the long ride to Florida.

Mom going on vacation is 4.0 roos.

Mac the Rooer!

My Mom recently went over my Aunt Julie’s house and when she came back she told me something very upsetting. She said Aunt Julie’s dog, a Lab mix named Mac, is not just a better rooer than me— he’s a way better rooer than me!

Say what? I couldn’t believe my silly ears.

Please tell me that’s not true! That doesn’t even make sense, I am a greyhound and we are supposed to be the best rooers. I am so embarrassed, I want to hide in my room and not do any roos. Why did Mom even tell me that—she should have kept that information to herself and let me think I am the best.

I am glad Mac has something to roo about, but how can he be better than me? He must practice a lot; probably when nobody is home and people think he is sleeping. Maybe he got professional coaching—probably from a greyhound. Maybe he takes a special pill that makes him roo. Or maybe he was raised by a pack of greyhounds and that’s how he learned. There has to be an explanation for this travesty.

I haven’t met Mac, but when I do, I am going to get to the bottom of this—and find out how he learned to roo better than me.

Being out-rooed by a Lab mix is not very good. I give it 1.5 roos.

Rally to the Rescue

Last Saturday I was at the Rally to the Rescue event at the Midway Mall. It was a pet adoption and there were lots of dogs who needed good homes. The nice people at WOBL/WDLW and Leadership Lorain County worked hard to make the event.

I was there from about 10 am to noon greeting folks who wanted to learn more about greyhounds. There were also some people who heard about my Five Roos blog and who wanted to meet me. I was glad to make their acquaintance.

My Mom and Dad were on the radio talking about my Five Roos blog, about Erie Shore Greyhound Adoption of Ohio and all about the greyhound breed. They told folks how I started my blog and that it is fun and silly. Dad also said that my blog tells folks what good pets us greyhounds make and why we roo.

The man in the radio asked Dad to say what a roo sounded like, and Dad did a terrible couple of roos. I was so embarrassed, he didn’t do it right. The man in the radio should have asked me to roo for him. I am a good rooer!

The Rally to the Rescue also has a Facebook page. I looked on the Facebook and guess whose picture is there? Yep, a nice lady took my picture and put it on the Facebook. I hope people will “like” it.

I had a fun day and I am always happy when dogs get adopted. I give it 3.5 roos.