Greyhounds Everywhere!
Because I am a wonderful reporter I am telling you that my Mom and my Sis are going to The Annual Greyhound Picnic in Leesburg today at 2pm.
Because I am a jealous PitBull, I will also tell you that I am very, very sad that my Mom and my Sis won't let me go. They said I am not a greyhound and therefore, I have to stay home.
Is this fairness? I don't think it is and I seem to remember Daisy being in this same position last year and boy, oh boy, was she hopping mad. I'm just sad. I can run as fast as any greyhound around and I have actually raced with some in my yard. They thought I was a greyhound and didn't have any trouble at all playing with me. So if they aren't particular, why should the two legs care? This is just another fine example of the fact that dogs are kind, generous, and not at all particular about who their friends are. People, on the other hand? Not so much.
Back to the picnic. It is an annual event and raises money to help greyhounds find forever homes with kind and loving two legs to help them get all settled in. I'm getting the hang of The MousePerson thingy and so I looked at the website, which you can do also by just clicking your own MousePerson on Learn More About Us
See this greyhound face? He is so sad because he has just been told that he will not have the chance to meet me, Bob, the World's Most Loving PitBull and only PitBull in The Blogging Business. Doesn't that make you greyhound people feel badly?
The vision of the greyhound helping people at Virginia Greyhound Adoption (VAGA) is to find safe and loving homes for retired racing greyhounds, offering continual support to adopters and members, and ensuring the health and well being of all retired racers here in the United States and around the world! That is some big Vision, alright. And did you know that sometimes the VAGA group even goes over to Spain and rescues the dogs trying to live there? These dogs are called Galgos and I have one of them as my friend. His name is Duke. But even Duke can't get me into the picnic.
Since I cannot go and even though I was more than willing to spend a lot of money on auction items (like the Knitamil Greyhound made by our friend Danamarie)......... I guess I will just have to do a lot of leg stretching exercises in the hope that next year I can sneak in.
My Mom and my Sister say they are coming home with the Knitamil. And maybe with some nice piece of clothing with the wonderful Greyhound People Logo, which I happen to love! Ha! This will teach everyone not to let me in!
Sadly, Not a Greyhound
Bob
Because I am a jealous PitBull, I will also tell you that I am very, very sad that my Mom and my Sis won't let me go. They said I am not a greyhound and therefore, I have to stay home.
Is this fairness? I don't think it is and I seem to remember Daisy being in this same position last year and boy, oh boy, was she hopping mad. I'm just sad. I can run as fast as any greyhound around and I have actually raced with some in my yard. They thought I was a greyhound and didn't have any trouble at all playing with me. So if they aren't particular, why should the two legs care? This is just another fine example of the fact that dogs are kind, generous, and not at all particular about who their friends are. People, on the other hand? Not so much.
Back to the picnic. It is an annual event and raises money to help greyhounds find forever homes with kind and loving two legs to help them get all settled in. I'm getting the hang of The MousePerson thingy and so I looked at the website, which you can do also by just clicking your own MousePerson on Learn More About Us
See this greyhound face? He is so sad because he has just been told that he will not have the chance to meet me, Bob, the World's Most Loving PitBull and only PitBull in The Blogging Business. Doesn't that make you greyhound people feel badly?
The vision of the greyhound helping people at Virginia Greyhound Adoption (VAGA) is to find safe and loving homes for retired racing greyhounds, offering continual support to adopters and members, and ensuring the health and well being of all retired racers here in the United States and around the world! That is some big Vision, alright. And did you know that sometimes the VAGA group even goes over to Spain and rescues the dogs trying to live there? These dogs are called Galgos and I have one of them as my friend. His name is Duke. But even Duke can't get me into the picnic.
Since I cannot go and even though I was more than willing to spend a lot of money on auction items (like the Knitamil Greyhound made by our friend Danamarie)......... I guess I will just have to do a lot of leg stretching exercises in the hope that next year I can sneak in.
My Mom and my Sister say they are coming home with the Knitamil. And maybe with some nice piece of clothing with the wonderful Greyhound People Logo, which I happen to love! Ha! This will teach everyone not to let me in!
Sadly, Not a GreyhoundBob
Hi, Darling Bob,
I'm so sorry you didn't get to go to the Greyhound Picnic. I see the picture of the sad greyhound and it is a bit unfair that he won't be able to meet you "The World's Most Loving Pitbull and only Pitbull in The Blogging Business". Heaven's sakes, you'd think they'd want you there to do the reporting so your readers could get the inside details. As it is, the news will all be second-hand. I do think you do a fine job of reporting without the 2-legged's, though. After awhile, you won't need any help entering your stories into this blog; that's when we'll get the real "dirt" on the family. teehee You're doing a fine job... keep up those leg-stretching exercises!
Love, Blazer & Kimber and (Mom)
Dear Fans of Bob (ha....that's a good one!)
Our friend Tracie Hotchner had a wonderful idea for next year, and I'm going to do it. By the time I do my leg stretches, wear my wonderful new collar and have Tracie's Dog Bible in a special pack for my back, no one could possibly mistake me for anything other than a Grey!
I'm so excited!
BobHound
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Bob, darling - It's your Auntie Tracie with a great idea about how to get into the next bash thrown by those snooty Greyhounds. You know how they hold thee picnics to raise money & awareness for their less fortunate brothers? And how they have a raffle and auction for items of value? Well you tell them that your Auntie Tracie wrote a book called THE DOG BIBLE and she will autograph a copy for them to raffle off - as long as you are the one who brings the book to them. You've heard of the Trojan Horse?? This will be more like the Trojan Pit Bull. By the time they remember to "Beware of Greeks bearing gifts" you'll already be in the party and can blend in. Take a can of Wagatha's biscuits with you for safety's sake - you can bribe a couple to Greyhounds to hide you until the heat dies down.
Oh my goodness, Auntie T that is an amazing idea.
I already have a "greyhound collar". My Mom bought it for me yesterday and it is so me. I always like to wear those kind with the pull up loopy thing, Mom says it is called a Martingale, but that sounds too much like a bird to me. Anyway, it is black and has white skulls and crossbones on it AND nice beautfiul red hearts. I love it so much.
And you are right about the auction, cause my Sister got to pay for a wonderful Greyhound Knitamil by Danamarie and she got it a fantastic price so she is very happy.
Mom and Sister said they had some fun, but mostly cause our friends Rick & Janet were there and also our friends Tom & Diane who are owned by three greyhounds and one Spanish Galgo. Those puppies can run.
I have my plan set for next year. You are so wonderful, Auntie T. Sometimes my Mom is just plum out of ideas so please help me when you think I need it. Mom says that is most of the time. HA!
Love,
BobHound
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Dear Bob,
My name is Lexi. I'm a pitbull too and my Grandma is the founder of Virginia Greyhound Adoption. She told me about you when you were so sick. I'm glad you're better.
People don't know that pitbulls are so smart and sweet. Most of them don't know we can type, but I don't have a blog like you.
I wanted to go to the picnic too. My Mom goes and volunteers every year but she never takes me. I'll talk to my Grandma...she spoils me rotten and takes me for a car ride every day while my Mom is at work. We go to the bank. Have you been there? They have a magic window that pops out with treats for me. They all know how much I love those biscuits so now the magic window gives me too. I really love that. They have these magic windows all over the place, so look for them. Some windows pop out with french fries and burgers and some have tacos. Next time you're in the car, go to the magic window places.
Love, Lexi
Hi Lexi
I would really like to meet you! You sound like a really cool person to me and I'm sorry you don't have a blog of your very own, but HEY, thank you for the news about the Magic Windows!
I can't believe that such valuable information was just hanging out and no one bothered to tell me about it. Today, my Sister and my Mom took me and my "bro", Rusty, for a photo shoot with The Washington Post. We are getting a new dog park in Leesburg (isn't that exciting?) and so The Post People are going to write about it and have MY photo graph in the paper!
On the way to the photo shoot, my Sister gave me a Magic Window Demo and guess what? It works just like you said. We drove up to the Banking Place and voila' the very nice lady who took our money gave us two biscuits. One for me and one for Rusty. It was great.
The only thing I have to say about this is - do you not think that is a terrible lot of money to give the banking lady in return for two small biscuits? Just a thought.
Anyway, I am so glad you are my new friend. Please send me news bulletins like this whenever you have a chance to use your typing machine. I can't wait to get a taco.
Love and Licks,
Bob
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Dear Bob,
I'm so glad that your Sister took you to the bank and they had a magic window that popped out with a treat for you and one for Rusty. How nice of you to share...I don't share my treats. I went to the bank today with my Grandma and cha-ching I got two tasty treats. I love that place. When Grandma says, "Let's go to the BANK", I get all excited and do the pitbull worble noise that makes my Gran laugh. I know the way to the bank, and I could drive there if I could get the car keys.If I can do that some day I'll pick you up and we can go to the magic window together.
Yesterday, we went to the burger place and the magic window there gave me some french fries. I really love fries. You should get your Sister to take you to that magic window. When we pull up the end of my nose gets all pink...that's how my Gran knows I'm excited.
Here comes Grandma...I think she's going to take over the typing machine.
Love and kisses, Lexi Lou
My darling LexiLou
I think I am in love with you. I never heard of another PitBull like me with the pink nose syndrome (that's what my Mom calls it). I thought I was the only one and have been a little bit ashamed of myself. Do your inner ears turn pink when you are embarrased? Can you send me a picture of you so I can post it on the wall at the end of my crate?
Isn't it wonderful that you and I can go places and that we can show people not to be afraid of us. I'm still working on our UPS man, but he's coming around. I can't believe that Magic Window place! I dreamed about it last night cause my Mom said I was doing the PitBull twitch all night.
You know how to worble too? Oh boy.
Love, kisses, licks and worbles,
Your BoyFriend Bob
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Oh my dear Bob. I feel so bad that you have been worried and embarrased about your pink nose and ears. Sweet boy, that's what happens to all pit bulls when they get excited or too nervous. If we get to meet I bet our noses and ears will light up like Rudolph's nose... I love that story cause my nose lights up too.
You were lucky to have a good Mom from when you were a puppy. My Mom found me at a shelter. I was so happy when she came to take me home. I love my new life. It's way better than when I was running for my life from a bad place that kept me in big chains. I'm just too pretty and sweet for that kind of life. I used to be afraid of the dark but I'm feeling safe and loved now so I'm not afraid any more.
I think you should have a picture of me. I'm pretty!
Bye for now Bob. I hope you have good dreams about eating treats and chasing squirrels. Licks and love, Lexi Lou
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