The rarely performed Greyhound Gallopade
May 2nd 2009 04:57
The Little Boss disappeared for a while. Five times when Big Boss opened the bedroom door in the morning and I ran in with Big Brindle, there was no Little Boss in the bed. It was awful — we just stopped and stared at the empty bed looking puzzled.
Big Boss thought it was funny, but we felt really sad!
And then, just when we were starting to get used to the idea, Big Boss went out in the car yesterday morning and came back with Little Boss and a heap of luggage.
She gave us huge hugs and I wagged my tail so hard I thought it would fall off and everything seemed okay again but then Little Boss went to bed — saying something about jet lag and intending to sleep for a week.
That's when I decided to do a Greyhound Gallopade.
Big Boss, who was sitting in a chair watching television, hadn't seen a Greyhound Gallopade before. Well, of course he hadn't — very few humans have. But I was so happy about Little Boss coming home that I decided the Ancient Greyhound Gallopade Performing Code would agree a performance was merited.
It goes like this. First, I did a little shimmy and then a shake on the rug, then I jumped on the sofa and did three quick pirouettes. Then I flipped on my back and shimmied again, which makes all four paws fly around wildly (hard part to master, that one). Then it was up for three more pirouettes, flop again for a second back shimmy, then up and off the sofa.
I stood in front of the Big Boss, expecting him to acknowledge the privilege of being allowed to observe the rarely performed Greyhound Gallopade, but he just looked at me with his mouth open.
Sometimes, I don't understand my humans.
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Right. I know you're right because the only other time his mouth opens that wide is when he's drinking beer. And he never looks amazed on those occasions.
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I thought you might like to hear two rather good stories from GAPSA, both of which are surely worthy of a Greyhound Gallopade, unfortunately neither Heidi nor Clyde are capable of such feats. We need Nanna Goose here for that, she was one of our favourite Foster Dogs, 10 years old with the energy of a 2 year old she regularly did cartwheels on the lawn just for the fun of it, and slept on her back with her front end twisted to the floor to the left and her back end twisted to the floor to the right!
First, Angela our wonderful Co-ordinator (who is paid for two days a week and seems to work for 8 days) has managed to increase the number of foster families and adopters to the point where she has run out of Greyhounds and is having to beg the trainers to retire some of them a bit early,the trainers love her as much as we fosterers do so I think they will help her out.
Second, the ABC do a programme here called Stateline once a week and for some time now they have been following a couple of hounds through from their retirement to their final adoption. Last week they played the 8 minute documentary they made of it and it was terrific, a fabulous promotion for GAP here in SA.
We don't own a television so I've only just seen the copy one of our daughters made for us, it's going to cause a bit of trouble in our house. The hound that was featured in the programme was trained by Mick Gianiotis who trained our Clyde. Now Clyde has always told Heidi (who wasn't good enough to make it to the track) what a tough life it is being a successful Racing hound (he had to have something over her). Mick waxed lyrical about what beautiful dogs Greyhounds are and described his favourite race hound Sweet Matt (aka Clyde) who was a family pet trained from Mick's own bed where he slept with the cat. All this with Mick's wife and two small girls nodding in the background. I admit that Mick had told me this some time ago, and other trainers have told me other Clyde stories, he was quite a favourite on the track. I'd kept it quiet for the sake of peace in the household but the cat is well and truly out of the bag now, poor old Clyde isn't going to have a leg to stand on when Heidi's finished teasing him!
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Nanna Goose sounds like an absolute darling and Angela sounds like a Saint.
And my Adelaide-resident mother has told me about the Stateline greyhound stories - so nice to have some positive coverage. Now I shall have to tell mum that the star of the show visits my blog!