Soon and very soon…

See that view? That’s what my parents see EVERY DAY as they eat their meals, venture out onto their back porch, or just gaze out the windows in the great room. I don’t know what mountain that is, exactly, but I’m sure my dad does. He was born and raised just across the road from where this picture was taken, and has made these mountains home his entire life.

There are just 20 days left until Simon and I leave for our much needed holiday in America. While I’m still fretting over fitting in visits to everyone that I want to see, scheduling a time to meet with a real estate agent in Greenville, and possibly chasing down leads for jobs for me once we move back, I’m also just desperate to be home. I think it’s the amount of time I’ve been away this time that’s making the homesickness worse, plus the stress of the house not selling and all the rest.

But seriously, if you had THAT view to look forward to, why would you ever leave? Soon and very soon, we are going to see…home.

To Those Who CLEARLY Know Better Than I…


I said this is MY bed!
Originally uploaded by Nancy Allen

Okay, I know that I’m just biased or cranky or cold or something, but I think we have an exceptional crowd of Know-It-All’s and Animal-Rights-Gone-Wrongers this year at the festival. I’ve been told that my dogs are too thin. I’ve been told that they were hit and abused while racing. I’ve been told that they don’t live well with cats. I’ve been told that I need to cut their toenails.

Only one of those statements is true, and Mills will tell you it isn’t the cat one! Jeany’s nails are a bit long. So to all those people who leave the “Dog House” or “Hound Barn,” as it has been nicknamed, thinking that the lady in the gray/blue/orange dress is starving her hounds and probably is in league with Satan because she is…gasp…a FAN of greyhound racing…

Ummm…

Errr…

Yeah, can’t even come up with anything. All I can think of is how I wouldn’t go up to another adoption group for a different breed, one with whom I’ve never lived, and start quoting propaganda and scare-tactic-speech that I’ve gotten from an internet site containing 20 year old statistics. I’m also not sure about those people who need to tell me about all the umpteenthirty animals they have rescued over the years. Does it truly make you feel better or warm your heart to have “saved” an animal (which, by the way, in case you’re keeping score, does NOT make you the same as me because the only one of my animals that was “saved” was Mills, who was adopted from the shelter…) OR do you do it so people will tut-tut What A Wonderful Human Being You Are and praise you as a martyr? I was discussing this with S on the phone and I think they remind me of the Pharisees. Shouldn’t we be doing our work to make the world better and just keeping quiet about it? Actions speak louder than words, etc etc?

I know, harsh words, but seriously…it is on my mind. I don’t tell people automatically that I adopted my dogs after they retired from racing. I just say they are greyhounds. I don’t tell people that I serve as a selfless mediator between people of two cultures and languages that can’t understand each other in the interest of bringing our big world a bit closer together, either. I just say I am an interpreter.

If you’re hung up on the saving bit though…my animals are the heroes, not me. They’ve saved my life more times than I can count.

Poetry in Motion…

(All thanks, love, and props to Leah for this great shot of Daisy on the job…she’s in the white blanket, #3, second from the right.)

Go Daisy Go!!

Here she is before the race, picture of concentration and focus. Too bad it wasn’t on the race…she came in 7th.

FTH Oopsie Daisy

All four feet off the ground in this one…fly babygirl fly. We’ll get ’em next time.

She tried really hard anyway...

Go Daisy GO!!!

Daisy came in first place last night with a time of 31.12. This means she has “broken Maiden” and will move up to grade D!! I knew she had it in her, and I’m soooooo glad something finally clicked. Good job, babygirl. Keep it up!!

5/24/06 ready to rumble!

Eyes on the Prize

Miss Daisy in the lineup waiting for her first maiden race at Sanford Orlando Kennel Club. Thanks abundant and overflowing to her Auntie Janet for getting this shot…I haven’t seen my babygirl since March. She didn’t quite make the prize, she actually collided in the first turn and lost a lot of ground, but we’ll get ’em next time!Eyes on the Prize