Wishing Sandy a speedy recovery

My recent problems with my dew claw - oh, and I've scraped my nose a little bit since we last spoke - were put into perspective when I heard about the lucky escape of a greyhound called Sandy who fell 60 feet off some cliffs in Dorset last Saturday.

The Swanage coastguard rescue team were called into action after the horrified owner reported their dog had gone over the edge of a cliff between Studland and Old Harry Rocks.

Luckily for Sandy and his owner, the Swanage casualty watch team were already heading out to Old Harry when they got the call from Portland and they were on the scene extremely quickly.

They could see Sandy, who had broken his leg, at the base of the cliff and sent a crewman ashore. The Coastguard team then passed a special dog bag down so that the lifeboat crew could safely recover the injured greyhound to South Beach from where its owner whisked it off to a vet.

The Swanage coastguard say that the next day a very similar accident happened at the same spot, but by the time they got to the scene the owners had managed to rescue their dog themselves.

Of course we greyhounds love to run, and maybe Sandy got the sight, or smell, of a rabbit and took a very dangerous step too far. I wish him a full and speedy recovery.

"Quite brave - for a greyhound"

Is this what they call "damning with faint praise"?

I had to go to the vets yesterday to get the troublesome dew claw removed, and she said I was "Quite brave for a greyhound"

Where the claw isn't - my dew claw after the clipping

The nice vet lady spoke kindly to me and then suddenly bent down clipped my claw off!! I yelped once very loudly, but it was over very quick and the Lady Of The House says it will all be for the best as I'll not catch it on everything and keep hurting myself. I was a bit shakey but I got lots of cuddles and strokes and I was soon as right as rain again.

This morning the L O T H came back from a quick shop in town with a little pink cuddly squeaky pig dog toy. It's about the same size as the little teddy that no-one won for me on the tombola! I've been having a good play with that and love carrying it round the house.

A quiet weekend

While everyone was out at the Little Theatre Company Playathon yesterday I had a fairly quiet day on my bed.

The Man and the Lady Of The House popped home at lunchtime to feed and walk me and unfortunately I caught that dew claw again - the one I hurt on the Corkscrew Hazel in the garden last week. I yelped a lot and although it doesn't stop me walking it looks like a trip to the vets is going to be needed to sort it out.

The Man and the Boy Of The House came home early at teatime after the B O T H hurt his knee banging it on a metal railing. So there were two of us feeling a bit sorry for ourselves last evening.

I'll take it steady today I think.

Claws against climbing

Hi there

Feeling a bit sorry for myself today. It's my own fault I 'spose.

After my morning walk we came home and I sort of tried to climb this big bush/tree thing in the garden. The Lady Of The House said it was a Corkscrew Hazel. Anyway, whatever it was it smelled of cat and I had my front paws right up in the branches so I could get a better sniff and then something hurt and I started howling and came down holding my right paw in the air.

The L O T H had a look and thinks I've pulled my dew claw when I tried to come down. But I'm having a good rest and she says it doesn't look like any real damage has been done. I'm getting lots of extra fuss so that's good.

Think it will be a short walk this afternoon though.