Morning tumult
October 10th 2009 02:22
Greyhounds are part of the sight hound group of dogs which have particularly acute senses. Sight hounds include wolfhounds, deerhounds and the Hubble telescope.
Greyhounds sleep long and deeply. Mine sleep on a pair of sofas in the living room and you can hold a party, set off fireworks or put the house on the back of a truck and move it to another state, and they won't move.
In the morning, however, at the first sign of my waking, all hell breaks loose. They usually know, from the other end of the house, that I am waking before I know it myself. I think they sense a change in the rhythm of eyelid movement. Or maybe they hear my breathing speed up.
Anyway, what happens next is tumultuous.
Before my eyelid has finished its twitch, two greyhounds are thundering down the hallway. It is a fairly long hallway, and it has wooden floorboards, and the sound wakes people in Antarctica. It is a greyhound stampede, producing sound of rolling, crashing, hammering proportions.
We call it a gravalanche.
Greyhounds sleep long and deeply. Mine sleep on a pair of sofas in the living room and you can hold a party, set off fireworks or put the house on the back of a truck and move it to another state, and they won't move.
In the morning, however, at the first sign of my waking, all hell breaks loose. They usually know, from the other end of the house, that I am waking before I know it myself. I think they sense a change in the rhythm of eyelid movement. Or maybe they hear my breathing speed up.
Anyway, what happens next is tumultuous.
Before my eyelid has finished its twitch, two greyhounds are thundering down the hallway. It is a fairly long hallway, and it has wooden floorboards, and the sound wakes people in Antarctica. It is a greyhound stampede, producing sound of rolling, crashing, hammering proportions.
We call it a gravalanche.
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Comment by Heidi/Clyde
Is yer big Boss gunna put yer house on a Heavy Combo an' move ut over here? That'ud be ther bees knees. Tell him ter cum straight up ther Barrier, Ther Missus says thut'll find us.
Clyde.
Dear Daisy,
How do you put up with it? Not only do you have to cope with Scratchy's lack of brain, but you also have a big Boss who chooses to cast nasturtiums at your sleeping and running habits. We all know you run with the lightest of treads and that it is Scratchy who galumphs like an elephant. Surely he can see that?
you have my commiserations
Heidi.
Comment by Chris Champion
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By "over here" you mean where the orchard is? Yes please! Who do I ring to arrange one of those heavy combo things?
Scratch
Heidi dearest,
How do I put up with it? It's a constant trial, and I must at all times show the most remarkable restraint. Really, I deserve a Nobel Treat.
Licks,
Daisy
Comment by Heidi/Clyde
I dunno much abaht ringin fer things but I know Heather what has one uv ther ankle biters drives em. Trouble is she's gunna have another one (another ankle biter I mean not another truck) an can't drive em until after thut. Why dun yer just bark ut a passin truckie an see if he'll stop?
Listen mate yer just has ter get here somehow, we'd hev er bonza time uv ut.
Clyde.
Dear Daisy,
Don't we all! Deserve a noble treat I mean. I've heard the Missus on the phone to the vet today booking Clyde in to have an operation on his foot to try to stop him limping. I'm the one who will have to comfort him of course, at least I'll be a little more restrained than he was when I had my dew claws removed. I tell you I was sure I'd die, I needed tender nursing and gentle comfort, did he help me? No of course not; all he did was tell me to come and play!
your friend Heidi.
Comment by Chris Champion
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Best wishes to Clyde for his op
Comment by Heidi/Clyde
Just thought I'd let you know that Clyde is home with his foot all bandaged up and a plastic water bottle strapped over the bandage to keep it dry and clean and he's as cheerful as ever. He is hopping around on three legs saying every thing's going to be bonza. He may be an old fool but he's so stoic you can't help loving him.
By the way the Boss is home again for a while and I stuck my cold wet nose under the bed clothes this morning to ask him if he'd ever been woken up by a gravalanche when he was working in Antarctica. When he'd stopped spluttering at me he said no one who'd learnt to sleep through a blizzard would be woken by a little thing like a gravalanche. The three of us manage a fair imitation of your run down the hallway on the verandah when the Missus lets us out in the mornings so he knows what he is talking about.
Happy licks,
Heidi.
Comment by Chris Champion
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That's such sunshiny news on a grey Monday morning. Welcome home Clyde. May you be four-pawed gravalanching again real soon.
Licks and wags,
Daisy
Comment by Roux
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You're so lucky that you don't have a Big Boss who kicks you out of your bed so he can get up.
Roux
Hi, Heidi & Clyde,
Glad Clyde's food was taken care of and that your Boss man is home at least for a while. Isn't it fun to stick your wet, cold nose on a person and watch them twitch during sleep. Mom wakes up really fast when I do that.
Roux (again)