Whistler Ian
I have a greyhound update for you guys! There is only one more step to go (the calling of references) before my sister is 100% approved to adopt a greyhound! The greyhound people have told me that the dog we will be fostering is the one they are planning on sending to her. Yay! It is a male named "Whistler Ian", whose call name is Buster. For those of you who are new to the greyhound world, all of the dogs have a unique but ridiculous name (like "Whistler Ian" or "Santa's Little Helper") that usually gives homage to the dog's lineage, and all the dogs in a particular litter are sometimes named on the same theme. Whistler Ian had no littermates, so I guess he's his own self-contained theme. Because their official names are always so unwieldy, racing greyhounds also have a "call name", which is just an easier name to call them. Like I said, Whistler Ian's call name is Buster.
However, these dogs often don't know their call names and don't really understand the concept of having a name at all. Unless they are someone's favourite, they really don't get a lot of one-on-one attention. My sister is planning on naming this guy Linus, so since he likely doesn't know he's called "Buster" at the present time, I'll start calling him "Linus" when he arrives. He is said to be "happy, friendly, curious and obedient" which sounds like a really nice nice mix of characteristics. He leaves Kansas on July 20th and is due to arrive here on July 22nd. We will foster him for a week to make sure he is suitable for my sister's household, and then, assuming there are no problems, off to Ontario he goes!
In other news:
Spot the cat is still here and we have adjusted his medication. He's doing alright, other than his lovely little habit of peeing on things that are NOT a litter box. Hopefully the medication will correct this before too long!
Oliver the Min Pin is fitting in well.
We don't have many Min Pin - sized toys yet, so he keeps hauling around all of Arlo's toys that are longer than his entire body and picking up tennis balls that I am shocked he can even fit into his teensy jaws. He really is a big dog in a little dog's body, and that suits me fine. He went to the vet yesterday to have his teeth looked at. He's healing fine from the surgery (they had to pull four badly impacted canine teeth) and has gained 0.2 kilograms! He now weighs 6.5 pounds. Woah there, fatty. Just kidding. He will be going camping with us this coming weekend, and I hope he does not associate it with his last camping adventure, which resulted in his abandonment in the campground for two days before the SPCA picked him up. We'll make it fun for him and I'm sure he'll do great - he's so adaptable. Housebreaking is coming along, and he is learning to sit. By the end of the summer I hope he will have at least a few commands under his belt. He loves treats and is an intelligent, driven dog so I think obedience is going to be a snap for him.
One last update: Remember Cecilia, the rescued fur farm chinchilla that we were fostering a while back? Well, it turns out she WAS pregnant (it's hard to tell on those critters) and she gave birth at the SPCA to two cute little babies on a day that I happened to be working in the small animals room, and AN INSANE GROUP OF 30 TOURING SPCA DAY-CAMP KIDS were in the room when her little surprise was discovered. I didn't get much work done that day.
However, these dogs often don't know their call names and don't really understand the concept of having a name at all. Unless they are someone's favourite, they really don't get a lot of one-on-one attention. My sister is planning on naming this guy Linus, so since he likely doesn't know he's called "Buster" at the present time, I'll start calling him "Linus" when he arrives. He is said to be "happy, friendly, curious and obedient" which sounds like a really nice nice mix of characteristics. He leaves Kansas on July 20th and is due to arrive here on July 22nd. We will foster him for a week to make sure he is suitable for my sister's household, and then, assuming there are no problems, off to Ontario he goes!
In other news:
Spot the cat is still here and we have adjusted his medication. He's doing alright, other than his lovely little habit of peeing on things that are NOT a litter box. Hopefully the medication will correct this before too long!
Oliver the Min Pin is fitting in well.
We don't have many Min Pin - sized toys yet, so he keeps hauling around all of Arlo's toys that are longer than his entire body and picking up tennis balls that I am shocked he can even fit into his teensy jaws. He really is a big dog in a little dog's body, and that suits me fine. He went to the vet yesterday to have his teeth looked at. He's healing fine from the surgery (they had to pull four badly impacted canine teeth) and has gained 0.2 kilograms! He now weighs 6.5 pounds. Woah there, fatty. Just kidding. He will be going camping with us this coming weekend, and I hope he does not associate it with his last camping adventure, which resulted in his abandonment in the campground for two days before the SPCA picked him up. We'll make it fun for him and I'm sure he'll do great - he's so adaptable. Housebreaking is coming along, and he is learning to sit. By the end of the summer I hope he will have at least a few commands under his belt. He loves treats and is an intelligent, driven dog so I think obedience is going to be a snap for him.
One last update: Remember Cecilia, the rescued fur farm chinchilla that we were fostering a while back? Well, it turns out she WAS pregnant (it's hard to tell on those critters) and she gave birth at the SPCA to two cute little babies on a day that I happened to be working in the small animals room, and AN INSANE GROUP OF 30 TOURING SPCA DAY-CAMP KIDS were in the room when her little surprise was discovered. I didn't get much work done that day.
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