Maddie (on the right in the green collar) and her foster sister played themselves into a much needed nap last night. As you can see, they didn't discriminate when choosing toys from the toy basket. They simply went bananas in a play time frenzy that lasted about 5 minutes and earned them a nap that lasted 2 hours. Ah, to be a greyhound.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
I Heart Squirrels
Since the second Maddie walked into our home, she has LOVED my girls' squirrel stuffy toy. She tosses it in the air, catches it and in general puts on quite a display of greyhound agility while playing kill the squirrel in the middle of the living room while everyone - including my two younger greys, look on in awe. Little did we know that all of this living room play might just be practice in the event she ever gets her paws on a real one in the back yard.
This afternoon, Maddie was tortured by her fluffy tailed nemesis, through our living room window today for over an hour. She even dragged the stuffy to the window and shook it at the squirrels, I guess to show them that they were lucky that piece of glass was between them. She has figured out where the squirrels hang out in our backyard and she stalks them for us regularly - which is really fun to see.
Despite her love for fluffy tailed, rat-liked creatures, she gets along fine with my three cats in the house.
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Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Meet Maddie
Maddie is a loving, happy girl. How can you tell? There's two main ways Maddie lets us know:
The extra nose rub: this girl knows how to get more out of a casual head or chin scratch. If you've stopped too soon, she'll continue the rubbing for you by moving her head up and down on your hand. What's better than a dog who does the petting for you?
The tail says it all: Maddie absolutely communicates with her tail. She's a wagger - that's for sure. When you're loving on her, she's wagging. When you're at the cookie jar, she's wagging. When you're getting ready to feed her, she's wagging. When you're telling her how cute she is, she's wagging. Even in her dreams, she's wagging.
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