Greyhound weekend wrap-up.

I dropped by the local greyhound adoption being held yesterday. There were an unusually high number of greys up for adoption due to unfortunate circumstances described in yesterday's message. I'm happy to report that 8 or so of those 11 needing homes were adopted! That was a very successful day.

I tended two of those dogs for about an hour each while there. Having fostered a greyhound only once and failed, i.e. we ended up keeping her, confirmed that fostering those greyt dogs is not something my wife and I should do. They're just too tempting to resist--as the two I "hung with" attested to yesterday.

Last night, we were guests along with another couple of friends for dinner at the home of parents to three incredibly gorgeous greyhounds. It's interesting that, had we no greyhounds in our life, we wouldn't have these two great couples in our lives either. We met through our dogs! They also live close to the ballpark which detonated fireworks the night before, frightening our Pony (picture below).

Before we went out, we checked the promotion being offered attendees at last night's baseball game: "Free hats and Girl Scout sleepover after the game." Sounded innocuous enough (if you're not the parent of a Girl Scout) as we bade Pony and Annie farewell for the evening.

So about 9:30, in the excellent company of friends who happen to live close to the ballpark also, we suddenly were confronted with the explosions of fireworks (sigh, again!). Apparently the game had ended and the team had some leftovers from the night before. We expediently excused ourselves from our hosts and other guests to speed home to the dogs. Fortunately everyone present, being greyhound owners, understood.

Arriving home, we found Pony trembling, but the scents of our host's greys upon us distracted her as we turned on some "noise" in the house. Crisis averted. All in all, it was a good day save for the traumas caused nearby wildlife and unexpecting pets by exploding pyrotechnics.