MEMORIAL AND DEDICATION TO OUR PAST CREW MATES.
YOU WILL BE REMEMBERED AND LOVED FOREVER.
Feline adventurist, keeper of canine boundaries
He is into outdoor exploration, but mostly he gets his thrills by shooting out the open door when the dogs are coming in or out. His stealthy ways thwarted every time by his own need to yell BONSAI! each time he propels himself through the door. His inside job? Making sure the dogs know to stay out of the kitchen. Yes, he is the self appointed kitchen monitor.
Made of wire and caffeine
This addition to the family arrived one sunny spring day. The boys came running in the house after school one day yelling, “Momma! There’s a dog out here! Look! It keeps following us!” Yes, she literally followed them home from school. She was quite young and totally adorable with that black eye. Young as she was I knew she was not “street smart.” Cute as she was I knew she had to have someone looking for her. We took her in, made signs to post in the neighborhood and even posted on Petfinder. Of course, we were unsuccessful in finding an owner. To make matters more difficult, the Greyhound fell in love with her and they have been inseparable ever since!
Feline extraordinaire, gossip control
Well traveled old maid who enjoys soaking up the sun rays in by the piano and talking incessantly to her humans. We are convinced that she is making sure we are aware of all the comings and goings of the rest of the pack during our absence and is always at the ready to give us a detailed report about the status of the litter box, food dispenser and water cooler. At her age, she has made it clear that fooling around on a sailboat is not topping the list of desired activities, but she’ll be waiting and eager to discuss the adventures upon everyone else’s return.
Retired racer, dead cockroach impersonator
Janice came into our lives through the hard and honorable work of the Hill Country Greyhound Adoption organization. Six months after the passing of a dearly loved Cocker-Shelter mix who had lived to be the ripe old age of 16 the family was ready for a dog again. After a ton of research we had decided Greyhounds might be a good match. There was an adoption day event at our local Petsmart, and we went to see these magnificent dogs in person. We were introduced to Janice and the rest was history!
What can we say – He’s special
We hold Emily responsible for this. One very cold Texas night, a black and white dog gazed out a window and barked. and barked. and barked. and barked some more. We could not figure out, try as we might, what on earth her deal was. We looked out every window – repeatedly – saw nothing, yet still she continued to bark. Finally is a moment of exasperation we flung open the front door to blindly face whatever creature was causing so much disruption from our cattle mutt. What we were met by was a large red blur that busted through our doorway. Once the fur settled we realized that it was a rather confused, dirty, emaciated golden retriever. He was a bag of bones and covered in sticker burs. He was older and fully trained: sit, stay, down, shake, fetch – and epileptic. It was the winter, and the temperatures were not conducive to leaving him out in the cold, so we let him stay inside. We gave him food and water, and in the morning started our search for his owners. Yeah… You can see how well that went. We are now convinced that Emily’s incessant barking was not a warning to us, but a call out to him: “Here! Here! Stay on the porch! No! Stay! On the porch! My people will take you in!” Medication keeps his seizures to a minimum, but he apparently wandered homelessly for a bit too long without it before the cow dog called out to him informing him that this was the place to be. His synapses don’t always fire correctly, so he’s a little slow on the uptake at times, goes deaf and blind intermittently and has a pretty crappy sense of balance. He’s a very sweet lovable mongrel, though, and whoever dumped him were jerks. He’s living well now – that’s the happy end to this story!