Sunday, June 17, 2012

Remember to run

Henry reminds everyone to remember to run and play.  These were taken a few months ago (and previously posted) but Henry was diagnosed with a bone tumor on Monday in his left front leg.  It is either osteosarcoma or metastisized hemangiosarcoma.  So he can no longer run..nor does he really want too.  We are managing his pain (successfully right now) with Tramadol and Rimadyl.  It has been a tough couple of weeks.  Hug your hounds.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

What's another cult among friends?

I'm not saying the greyhound world is a cult..actually it is 'cult-like'.  And we drank the Kool-Aid a long time ago.  I mean who could blame us..look at this face!
 Looking adoringly at us with love and loyalty in their eyes..
 Or T-bone..whichever
We proudly pack up everything and form a 'greyhound city' at local events (Cooper Winery's SPCA festival).  20 greyhounds and their people..just relaxing and enjoying the day. 
What could be wrong with that..Shiloh says "Absolutely nothing"
So it is perfectly natural to fall head first into another 'cult like' atmosphere.
Cue ColdPlay's "Paradise"
 We attended our first Porsche Club of America-Shenandoah Region Meet. 
There were new ones
 And old ones
 Our friend Bob had his entered in the 'Concours" competition (who's is the best maintained)
 And Jason just brought his to be among its 'kind'
 After a catered lunch, about 40 Porsches hit the back roads to drive to a country club (of course..) for wine and snacks (woot!)  The drive was a lot of fun..the weather was perfect and we even had the police holding traffic for us to get through big intersections. I am sure it was quite the sight to behold. Porsches in front and behind!
 Then we get to some small country club in an area I have never been (second surprise) and we got some free swag and had some raffles while sipping on wine. 
 Photographer's dream!
 There were more events that we didn't participate in, we didn't want to overdose on Kool-aid the first day out.  But all in all we had a lot of fun.
I came home and sat back in middle suburbia and chatted with my hummingbirds.