Monday, March 1, 2010

You want me to WHAT?

Meet Sweetie, a 3.5 year old retired racing greyhound. You can't see in this pic, but she's a lovely brindle with white on her chest and her back feet.

She lived in a foster home for about two weeks and her foster mom said she did fine on the stairs, no problem! Welll... methinks someone was pumping serious sunshine up my skirt. That's 60 pounds of drooling, quivering dogmeat up there.

She's trying, though. Mr. B has only had to carry her down once so far.

BTW, she adores Mr. B. I totally get that.


  1. Awww, poor thing! She's a cutie though. I'm sure she'll be taking those stairs in pairs in no time!

  2. OH NO, mommy, carry her!!

    What a doll!! I love, love, love Greyhounds. Beautiful dogs, and wonderful, fun, loyal, affectionate companions. Said the cat lady...

  3. I rescued a big 75 pound racer about ten years ago. He's passed on. I remember the stairs thing is an issue with them. He never liked to go downstairs to the family room. It probably had to do with the stairs being un-carpeted hardwood. Since we lived in a slpit-level at the time, he was forced to negotiate the stairs to get to the back yard to relieve himself. Our deck was about 15' off the ground. Going up was no problem, but getting down could be rough. Once he got used to it, it was a sight to behold. He would sort of run down the stairs, launching his hindquarters up so that his back legs would only contact 2 or three stairs all the way down with his front legs quickly trotting on each stair. I wish I had video of it.


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