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Magic Priest came into our lives January 13, 2008, and proceeded to completely change everything. We had met a few greyhounds in Edmonton, but none had quite been the right fit for us. Since we’d first started looking at hounds on the Chinook Winds website, we’d been drawn to Priest, if only for his completely awesome name. So we talked it over with the adoption reps, and made arrangements to

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I just had the most worstest morning EVER!Mummy and I got up at 5:40 like normal for our morning walk, but Mummy was looking outside and looking outside and saying things like, "You're not going to like it," and "It's raining," but I wanted to go on my walk. We got downstairs and she put on her sweater like normal, but then she put on another jacket too. And put on my collar and leash, but then!

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Umm... Why are you asking?And I'm not copying Terri! It just... kind of seems like it...

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My sweater is done!It fits too!But it feels kind of funny. Not like what I'm used to...But I got used to it pretty quick! It was comfy to walk in. Not too warm and not too cold either! I like it! And it's yarn!

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Mummy's almost done my sweater!I can't wait until she finishes it! She promises to have it done by the next greyhound walk!

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I'm a little stressed out right now...

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Last week Darwin came to stay with us.He's a pretty nice guy, but I think we're on different wavelengths. Like, when he got here last week, he was sure that my round bed was his! And he wasn't taking no for an answer. And he barks a lot, and even howls, and when I come to see what he's making noise at, it's just someone in the field, or something. And then, like today, I think he wants to play,

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Mummy gets in these moods sometimes. When she gets in these moods, she takes away places for me to lie down. She takes the blankets off the couch and then for some weird reason I'm not allowed to be on it until she puts them back, and she doesn't put them back for hours! She takes them downstairs and does something with them, and I'm not allowed to lie on the couch. And then she'll put them back

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Huh? What's that?Oh, whatever. It's boring.But new hedgehogs aren't. Aren't I handsome with Daddy's new camera?And what's that? Christmas? (ignore the posting date... Mummy's slow)Me and cousin Ghost! We got along good, but she doesn't know how to play, yet, really...Mummy snuggling.Snuggling with one of my Christmas presents!This is Banner. He came on Saturday, and he's a foster. He and I

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Mummy needs to be less busy; even though I've been begging and whining, she hasn't had time to log on to let me do a new post! And I wanted to post!It's been so cold! I ask everyone I see to make it warmer, but they aren't! Why aren't they? It's cold! And I don't really like my boots or my coat, but Mummy and Daddy won't take me for a walk without them, and sometimes they don't let me outside in

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But I wonder why Mummy and Daddy were hiding such fun things under the bed... And what's this Christmas thing they're talking about? And why did they move all the fun things after this?

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Two weekends ago, we went visiting. Mummy and Daddy and I got in the Priestmobile, and we drove. We drove for a long time, and Mummy and Daddy kept talking about being lost, but I lay down in the back of the Priestmobile and looked out the window, and stood up when we went on the bumpy roads. Finally we got to where we were going, and there was another dog there named Aspen who didn't like me

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So for the last while, Mummy's been trying these clothes on me. They didn't seem terribly practical, and reminded me of that first coat that Mummy and Daddy used when I first came to them before I got my own coat. But Mummy kept wanting to put these clothes on me, and even though I really didn't like it, I let her. I had no idea what was going to happen!I guess I wasn't the only one whose Mummy

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This morning when we were walking, there was a man without a dog and who wasn't running. He was walking on the other side of the field from us, but I still saw him and thought that it was weird. Then, when we came around the corner of the path, he was there in front of us! He was sitting on the path. Well, I knew this was definitely Not Right. People don't sit on the path. People walk on the path

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My foot is almost all better, thank you for asking! Boy, those were some good drugs. I lay on the couch all night, and then the next day, I barely limped! I still feel it every once in a while, but it's not bad at all anymore. But the laying on the couch was great. I'm finding more and more comfortable positions to lie in. Look!Wind-tunnel ear position.Companionable head position.This past

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Mummy and I spent most of the afternoon at the vet, and this is why. We were there a long time, but I still had a good time, even though my foot hurts something fierce! There was a nice vet lady who tested my leg and my foot, and then Mummy and I waited a while, and then I got to go into the Treatment Room! I love the Treatment Room! I wish I could spend my whole vet visit in the Treatment

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Wow, it's been busy! I should start with the picnic! This was what Mummy was talking about, but Mummy didn't even go! Daddy and I went and we met Sabrina and Apollo and their mummy and daddy in person, and Daddy and I had an awesome time, even though I spent seven hours trying to get Daddy to explore with me, and he wanted to explore in different directions, or didn't want to explore at all. I

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Mesa's gone now, and the toys are all back in the basket (and the ZoomGroom is back with the other brush).I know Mummy is a little worried about me, and I wish I could tell her not to be. I'm just re-settling in again about being by myself. And it's getting colder again, and that's kind of not fun. But I'm lying on the couch a lot, and on the bed, andlooking at Mummy and at Daddy, but I'm

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This is Mesa. Mummy and Daddy brought Mesa home two days after Red went home with his family. Except Mesa doesn't have a family yet. Mummy says that we're "fostering" her. I remember when I was a foster. I didn't know I was a foster, but I did know I sort of belonged there and sort of didn't. Mesa maybe knows that too, but it doesn't seem to bother her any. She's pretty happy to sleep on my

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Mummy says Red goes home on Thursday. I'm going to miss evening run time.In the meantime, since I can't go lie on Mummy and Daddy's bed during the day, I've had to make do with the new couch.I know. I have such a hard life...

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On Sunday, Mummy and Daddy took me to a fun run in the new PriestMobile! It was a lot of fun, though there wasn't much running...What? It was hot out!This is Red. Red came home with Mummy (and some new people friends of Mummy) on Tuesday. Then Mummy left for a bit and the people friends and Red stayed. And then Mummy came home and the people friends left and Red stayed. And then Daddy came home,

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Mummy, what's a Kilroy, and why do I need to do it better?Mummy, I'm just scratching my ear...What are you doing, Mummy?Yes, Mummy, I know I'm just the cutest greyhound... You don't need to keep telling me!Enough with the pictures already, Mummy, seriously...More Kilroy? Do I still need to do it better? Mummy, the water is cold and weird...Oooo, Daddy, the water on my head was

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Getting ready.Don't I look festive!Here we go! Look at all of us!Meeting people.Walking with Mummy.Shade! Beautiful shade!Some people got to ride, and sit on a couch!What a great walk!

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Since I've figured out how to jump up on the bed now, we need to set some ground rules about who gets what amount of space. Now, we both agree that there just isn't room for Mummy. You don't lie on the edge of the bed, and my legs are just too long, so Mummy will have to go somewhere else. But see here's how I see it. You're kind of shaped like a long thin pole, and I'm kind of... rectangular. So

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Okay, maybe you all can help me.Mum and Dad are now feeding me raw food. The raw meat part is chicken. They give me raw bones every once in a while to chew on. Raw is so yummy, and they tell me that it's good for me too.So why is it that Mum won't let me have the bird carcass that I find on our walks? Four times I've picked it up, and four times Mum has made me drop it. It's bird, it's raw, how

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Wow, it's been so busy I haven't had much time to report!Three weeks ago there was a fun run! I got to play with other greyhounds, and then John and Deb invited us in, and I got to sniff around for a cat, and lay on a bed, and look at LOTS of greyhounds, and try raw food! I'm glad I tried the raw food, because Mum and Dad are giving it to me now! It's so yummy!Then two weeks ago, Mormor and

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Caged rabbit next doorRun free with your wild brethrenAnd I will chase youRabbit among leavesYou are still and never moveI will still chase youRabbits on the streetI look for you every dayChasing would be fun

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Spring. The time when a young greyhound's thoughts turn to... other things. Things like:-The grass is getting so green, I could just eat it! In fact, I think I will!-It's late, it's dark, Mum is in bed, but there are such interesting noises coming from the open window, I think I just need to keep pacing back and forth between the window and the bed and whining. Who needs to settle? I have all day

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Go ahead, ask! It was WET! I wasn't so sure, but once we got outside, it was kind of fun! But definitely wet. This rain thing is kind of neat. Everything smells so different! And when we got inside, Mum dried me off with a big towel and covered me up with a blanket before breakfast, and I was snuggly and warm. I did tell Dad that this was definitely a good day to play hooky and stay home and nap

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So I had a super yummy bone on Sunday afternoon, but it made my tummy feel not so great.Then Monday morning, Mum and Dad left for work, and Mum didn't close the door to the Xpen! She gave me my Kong and did everything else normal. So I had run of the house! Score!Except my tummy really didn't feel well...So after I threw up three times and had diarrhea four times, I figured it couldn't get much

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This is a great toy! I've had it two days now (this video is from Sunday), and I've killed three of the squeakers already, and another two are on their way out, but the broken squeakers still make this great popping noise, and the toy has crinkly material inside! It's just awesome! *pounce*

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So, I was singing along this morning to Nelly Furtado, but then Daddy turned off the music, and even though I whined, he didn't turn it back on. I think he fell back asleep. Oh well...I'll only sing along to certain types of music, and I'm still figuring out which I like enough to sing with. Nelly Furtado is great; we get great harmony. Yowwwwwwwwwwwwlllll! Rowr row row rowr!

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Yesterday I had my first doctor's appointment with the Mum. She apologized that it was so long after I came to stay with them, but really, I didn't mind. The nurse weighed me, and I was about 73 pounds. Then we went into a little room with two doors and the nurse and the Mum talked about things. The nurse told the Mum that we've got to do something about my two upper teeth, so that means more

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Run! RunRunRunRunRun pant pant pant RunRunRunRunRun pant pant pantTrot Trot TrotHow long have I been here? Two hours?Trot Trot Trot Walk WaaaaaallllllkThunkZzzzzzzzzzzzzz

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"Hi Daddy, welcome home, I am naked and beautiful, pet me.""Daddy, I have water all over my face, and I'm still naked, feed me.""Daddy, I am too tired to come get that carrot, you eat it for me."

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I'll admit it. Cars and me? Not great. I mean, they make me anxious. And why not? One big car ride brought me from the warm place to this cold place. Another one brought me to the place where the new Mum and Dad put me in their car and took me someplace that I didn't know (but I do now). And yeah, the last couple of car rides have been short and have ended up in pretty neat places, but I still

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I'm sooooooo tired! I slept most of the afternoon yesterday, and I had a hard time getting out of bed this morning! But it was a great weekend! On Saturday, we got in the car and drove and when we got out, we were on a busy street, but we went into a store (which smelled great, by the way), and there were greyhounds!The Mum and Dad said it was a meet and greet. Well, I met and gret a lot!There

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That was so much fun! Although the Mom-Lady did tell me that she's glad I only ruined the label. I wonder what she means...

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I would have posted earlier, but I've been soooooo tired!Things were a little weird here for a while. The Dad-man was home a lot more, and now he's not, and the Mom-lady went away last week, but these other people came and stayed, and then the Mom-lady came home and another guy came and stayed for a little bit, but those other people went away... But that's not what I wanted to talk about!On

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I think I need to start making lists to keep straight what's mine and not mine. It's so complicated.Mine: The Xpen. That's definitely mine.Not Mine: The basement. They won't let me down there alone, and when I use the room that no one uses for a bathroom, they don't like it. So I guess it's not mine.Mine: The hedgehog, the pig-on-a-rope, the cow, and the dogiraffe.Not Mine: The awesome teddy bear

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What? They weren't using it...

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I have my very own coat! It's very pretty, and warm, and fits me like it was made for me! I'd love to get my picture taken with it outside, but it's just too cold right now. I don't like going outside right now.Although, I would like to go out and look for that rabbit again when it gets a little warmer. When the people took me out a few days ago, there was a rabbit in the street. My heart just

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So, apparently, does the lady. How can I convince her to share? Yesterday she came down the stairs with some, and stopped to pet me and put it down on the stairs. Well, I thought that was so nice of her, to bring me my own yarn and pet me too! So I let her pet me for a while, then I picked up the yarn and took it to my Xpen. She laughed and said, "Priest, that's mine!" I looked at her. Now, I

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Lookie! Colleen stopped by with a real jacket for me to borrow! This is sooooooo much better! And I have boots too, which is good because it's C O L D right now... Sometimes I have to stop when we're out and ask the lady (silently, of course) if we're back where it's warm yet. It's just cold. She says it'll get better when it's warmer. Is it going to get warmer? I'm not convinced.We also went out

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Hmm... Well, I'm still here, even though I did pee inside once, so maybe I'm here to stay? They're not so bad, really. They're even pretty nice. They put away the crate, so now I have my Xpen! And they move around the fluffy bed for me. And feed me good food, and liver treats! And I have boots now so my feet don't get so cold on walks. But why do they have to put me in that jacket?It's not a dog

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I don't get it. I mean, the last little while's been pretty crazy, what with getting in that van and then getting to this cold place. But then there was a house, and some other dogs, and that was good. But then today, Mum took me to a place where we met with some of my friends, and there were lots of people (and I like people), but then something weird happened. These two people took me out of

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