Sitting with Holly, Day 1
|Holly shows Dusty around the backyard.|
Holly is an older red greyhound. Janice told me her age a couple of weeks ago, but I don't recall exactly how old she is. I'm thinking she's 10, but it might be a year on either side of that.
She shares her house with five cats. I've become friends with Luna already. Dusty expended a lot of energy barking at Luna on a couple of previous visits here but by now mostly ignores her.
|Making herself feel right at home|
Dusty's been great since we got here. She knew something was afoot this morning when I started packing a duffel bag and throwing things into a few plastic grocery bags. She shadowed me every step I took for a couple of hours this morning before I finally put her in the Kia Koach for the drive here.
She's had a great time exploring Holly's back yard, staring into the backyard swimming pool and raiding the boxes of squeaky toys scattered throughout the house. She's on a great adventure, and she's loving it.
Here's Dusty playing with one of the toys she found:
Holly, though, wasn't happy earlier this afternoon. She also knew something was happening as Frank and Janice spent their morning packing and getting things ready for my arrival. I did notice, right after I got here, that Holly whined fairly aggressively when Janice disappeared through the door to the garage. The poor girl did not like that, even though Frank and I were seated talking not two feet away from her. That told me Holly definitely is a momma's girl.
|Holly looks for mommy to come back home|
Holly and Dusty both are curled up in nearby dog beds, both enjoying their early-evening naps. I'm going to take Dusty out on her leash for some neighborhood exploration in a few minutes, and I'll give them their dinner in about an hour. But I suspect both tired greyhounds will spend most of the rest of the evening fast asleep while I kick back in this great family-room recliner and surf some baseball and hockey on this excellent TV in front of me.