Grey Daze. Gray Days. Gotta love homophones, right? Even in phrasing. Hey, this is just more proof that I get in an odd mood this close to the end of a book.
When we have gray days here, the adopted greyhounds do one of two things (depending on the season). They sleep even more – unbelievable I know! Or they want to get out and romp in the cooler air before the rain arrives. Personally I think Brody and Bandit wait until it rains, so they can track in extra muddy footprints.
But hearing ‘gray days’ doesn’t always mean ‘looks like rain’ around our house.
To us being in a ‘grey daze’ is a frequent occurrence – usually around meal time. Those three whip like tails get to thumping and usually one greyhound (Brody) starts to whine that the bowls aren’t getting filled fast enough. This is ironic when he’s always the last greyhound to move off the couch. He only makes the effort to amble through the kitchen when he’s sure the human with the bowl won’t be distracted by one thing or delayed by another. Guess it’s the ‘getting older’ factor, though I can’t be sure he doesn’t feel the same way about me.
We’re all convinced Boo could moonlight as a metronome, her tail keeps going at such a steady pace, even as she pokes her head over the gate that separates adopted greyhounds from the utility room where the cats can eat in peace whenever they want. (Yes, the greys tell me frequently how unfair this is) Bandit shifts on his feet, waiting for the precise moment to break ranks and rush to his feeding spot.
Feeding time isn’t completely disorganized. We do have a system and each adopted greyhound (and any applicable foster greyhound) knows where to go. No one gets grumpy, there’s just a general sense of urgency as if an adopted greyhound might just let another rib show if we don’t hurry things along.
Of course other things can create a grey daze. Extra love aimed at one grey will bring the other two in for a full investigation and compensation. Minor injuries cause a ruckus too. Let’s just say when needing to examine just one foot, it’s not all that helpful to have three noses and twelve feet bumping and dancing around, blocking the light and hoping for moral support treats.
Live the greyhound adventure!
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