Category Archives: greyhound

What I’m feeling today

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Ruby: happy, hot

Ruby: happy, hot

Anxious · Guilty · Sad · Overwhelmed · Despairing · Needy

What I’m feeling today.

Imagine what I’d be like if I hadn’t done yoga 3 times this week!

I took Ruby to one of my favorite off-the-beaten-path parks today. This is what we walked along and stared at for about an hour. {Well, I stared; Ruby roamed restlessly at the end of the leash and wouldn’t lay down.}

Sawyer Park, Bend, Oregon

Sawyer Park, Bend, Oregon

Sawyer Park, Bend, Oregon - River tide pools

Sawyer Park, Bend, Oregon – Deschutes River tide pools

Mellower than Saturday

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Thankfully, Sunday was mellower than Saturday. I slept wayyy in, cleaned the master bedroom, read some of Zoe Weil’s Above All, Be Kind and put together an intro and some questions for Zoe, who we’re interviewing tomorrow morning. I also reviewed some songs that we might feature on All Things Vegan.

Other than that, we had an impressive thunderstorm. Exactly what Ruby didn’t need today. We thought maybe her pain meds would dull her normal anxiety about thunderstorms—we even gave her a little extra (within the OK range from the vet)—and she still freaked out and spent much of the evening squashed under the desk in the closet. Poor little nut.

Later this evening, we turned on the Mars Curiosity coverage and have left it on. If it lands around when they think, I may still be up. But I have to get up at the crack of dawn for the ATV interview, so if there are issues, I may not.

In spite of this, the day flew by: I’m not sure where the last 11 hours have gone!

The hound is back!

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The hound is back! Ruby has had quite a day, but is recovering nicely. We took her in for her “laceration repair” this morning and since she was being kind of cranky about it, they mentioned they’d probably need to sedate her for the procedure. So, I roped them into doing a dental at the same time, because she was way {years!} overdue and it doesn’t make sense to subject a 12-year-old dog {or any dog} to anesthesia more than necessary. And, of course, it saved money to lump the two procedures together. {Not that we needed yet another bill right now, but it couldn’t be helped.} We didn’t get our regular vet because he happened to have swapped shifts today, but everything went well with the other vet and techs.

It turns out the cut wasn’t deep, but it was jagged and definitely needed to be cleaned up and sutured. I’m surprised at how messy it is now—the initial wound barely bled, but the sutured wound bled a lot and continues to weep; they had to insert a couple of temporary drains which come out in a few days. Staples come out in 10 days. And her teeth look great; she had a few minor teeth removed, but for not having a dental for many years, I think she lucked out. And they also caught up her nails for me, which, frankly, I was embarrassed about. I had let them get way too long recently, since she’s been more and more impatient with getting her nails trimmed over the last few years. Lastly, her blood-work looks pretty darn good for her age.

She’s obviously in a lot of discomfort, and is cracked out on pain meds, but she’ll be OK. She’s able to walk around, if a bit unsteadily, and can even manage the stairs, which is great – because carrying her 60 pounds up and down without hurting her might have been a bit awkward. I think as a result of this unfortunate accident, that in a few days she’s going to be feeling better than she has in years. I hope, so anyway.

So I spent the day driving Ruby to the vet and back, and my step-son to the pool for the afternoon. He observed and assisted as we cleaned the wound last night, and came with me to the vet this morning, so that was a productive experience for him as he feels pretty awful about accidentally hurting Ruby.

The rest of the day I laid low and tried to de-stress from the worry over Ruby: finished a novel, made food, did some editing for the show, watered the lawns, that’s about it.

Short night ahead with an injured hound

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Well, it’s going to be a short night. A few hours ago our greyhound Ruby was accidentally caught in the door to our latticed-in back porch {the used-to-be screen door has plastic lattice attached to it instead of screen}. As she was coming in, I came out the sliding glass door and Pip darted out, because she loves to be on the porch and find ways to escape into the back yard. My step-son saw Pip coming out and slammed the latticed door shut to keep her on the porch—but Ruby was half-way through it.

Ruby screamed and jumped back into the yard, stumbling. I thought she was just scared, because she’s the most skittish, sensitive soul I know, but I felt along her body for any injuries, just in case. I picked up all her feet, felt them, bent her legs, ran my hands along her torso. She seemed fine. It took 5 minutes or so to convince her to come back through the porch and into the house. She then went to lay down in her downstairs bed.

Later, I called her upstairs and she jumped on the bed. There were several of us hanging out in the room and going in and out, and I even sat down to read while waiting to check on dinner. Somewhere in there I went to give Ruby some love, and discovered a huge gash in the underside of her right thigh, right in the crease. It had hardly bled at all, but looked deep and was gaping open. Thankfully, my husband was able to locate supplies to clean the wound as I wrestled a very unhappy greyhound. We grabbed her loose plastic muzzle, which was nearby—I’d been using it lately to aid me in trimming her nails since she’s become increasingly cranky about that over the years {she’s 12}. Finally, we got her cleaned, wrapped, and stabilized and after a while we helped her lay down. Eventually, she calmed down enough to get a little sleep. But she’s obviously very uncomfortable. She’s going to have to wear the track muzzle all night, because we can’t risk her waking up and messing with the bandages.

Poor sweet thing. I’m not looking forward to getting up at 8a to call the vet to see if they can squeeze her in—she’s probably going to need a bunch of stitches. And I’m not sure how we’re going to get her downstairs.

Greyhounds have such thin skin! Our other greyhound, Deimos, injured himself on multiple occasions resulting in large open wounds. They always looked terrible but eventually healed up just fine with good care on our end, without stitches. This one might be tricky though, because of the location. I sure hope our favorite vet friend is in tomorrow.

Vegan school lunch tomorrow: Egg-less egg salad

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Today, I slept way in with hubby, Ruby the greyhound who likes to snuggle (but also push on everybody with her legs), and three rotating cats. Love it.

Spent the afternoon doing the weekly home blessing and a little extra deep cleaning to really get a good start on the week. The twins helped me finish it up when they came home. They also helped me cut up brown and red potatoes, sweet potatoes, onions, garlic, carrot, and celery for our typical winter dutch oven dish. It’s still in the oven, but nearly done. The only thing it’s lacking is Field Roast sausage (because we’re out) but it’s still going to be yummy.

I also made up some egg-less egg salad based on the Better-Than-Egg-Salad recipe from The 30-Day Vegan Challenge, so the kids can take it for lunch tomorrow. (Check out compassionatecook.com for info on all of Colleen’s books, her great podcast, sample recipes, etc.) It’s only the twins’ 3rd week of school here, and we’re going to be experimenting for a while with different things to keep school lunches interesting. Right now, they don’t have any way of heating up their lunch at school (no microwave access) so we’re not able to send hot things. But, I will be on the lookout for a good deal on some lunch thermos-y things, which I know are out there.

Our modified recipe includes:

  • extra-firm tofu {Trader Joe’s}
  • egg-less mayonnaise {we are using up a jar of Earth Balance MindfulMayo, but I personally prefer the taste of Vegenaise}
  • onion
  • carrots
  • celery
  • dried parsley
  • pickle relish or chopped pickles {we chopped up some baby dills}
  • mustard
  • turmeric
  • salt and black pepper
  • smoked paprika
  • a few pinches of Kala Namak
  • pinch of dulse flakes

It turned out pretty good—the Kala Namak really helps here. And I think the flavors will meld together overnight and be even better in the morning. Next time, I’d also like to try the curried version (add apple, raisins, nuts, curry powder, etc.), or the Best-Ever Tofu “Egg” Salad recipe from Big Vegan, which uses baked tofu crumbles and a silken tofu “mayonnaise.”

Now, to watch some Season 2 Downton Abbey!

Remembering and missing my friend Deimos

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One year ago today I lost my friend Deimos. I’m reminded almost daily of his goofy, confident, noisy Presence.

I miss a herd of hounds rushing down the stairs to meet me at the door, Old Greybeard in the lead. I miss that he was so excited for walks or going anywhere in the car, that he wouldn’t stand still to hook up the lead. I miss having a buddy to say with strategic snout placement and that weird low greyhound woof, “Hey, you’ve worked enough, get off the computer!” I miss a not-so-secret 75 lbs of sneaking up onto the bed on chilly nights. Most of all I miss the individual soul that left such a gaping hole behind.

The story of Deimos: