Down on the farm

Most of us Greyhounds were born on farms but I've never see a farm like this one. Outside there's this really big dog with a longer nose than mine & funny looking feet. They call him a horse. And there's another dog with big things growing out of his head that spiral off to the sides & he has even funnier looking feet. They call him a goat.

Inside is where we spend lots of time. And inside is where the strangest things of all live. They're not dogs & they can be dangerous if you poke one with your nose. That's something I am going to remember not to do again. They're not too bad if you don't bother them. These things are called cats. One of them is boring. He's not even worth my time to investigate. [Yawn]  The other one though is interesting & tries to get me into trouble. She runs out from under furniture, stares at me for a minute & then runs away. The humans don't like it if I chase the cat but the cat isn't happy or satisfied if I don't chase her. I can't win. So sometimes I forget myself & do what the cat wants. I run after her. Then the human calls me, "Su, stop. Over here." And then I tell the cat, "Later dude," and run over to visit the human. A couple times though, when I was relaxing in my bedroom, the cat came & just stared at me. She stared & stared. Finally I got so frustrated that I barked at her. Oi vey! The humans don't like that either. So I got quiet again when they asked me to hush and then they took me outside so I could run in the yard & forget about that evil doing kitty. (They're cats but the humans also call them kitties.) Oh, that leads me to something else.

The best part about this place is I have my own bedroom. I love it. It's got a great view of everything going on in the main part of the house. I can find fun toys in the living room, grab them & take them back to my bedroom to investigate. When it's meal time I get fed in my bedroom so at dinner & breakfast I run back & forth from the human with the food bowls to my bedroom. Finally the lady says, "Kennel up," & I hurry into my room to get my meal. I worried when I retired that I would have to give up room service but I didn't. Sometimes though I go to get back in my bedroom & there is someone else in there. That's when the lady says, "Soleil. Out." That gets my roommate Sol to leave my bed & go back to his own.

Here I am relaxing in my bedroom after playing outside: