Hi nice friends!
Sometimes when Mr. Mordred is having his eyes-shut time (which he would say is never of the time, but I would say is a lot of the time), I can hear and see with my Whippet eyes and ears that he is moving and making small noises like he is thinking of things that are probably squirrels and probably about the chasing of them.
I cannot say for sure what it is that I am thinking of when I am making those sounds and moves while I am sleeping – mostly because I am asleep while they are happening, but I think it is probably also squirrels, Mr. Anderson Cooper, and cheese, because those are the things that I am thinking about when I am not asleep. Sometimes Mr. Anderson Cooper is feeding cheese to the squirrels, and sometimes cheese is feeding Mr. Anderson Cooper to the squirrels. Those are the thoughts I do not like as much, and probably when those happen is when you hear me make the sad noises.
xoxoYour Helpful Friend Morgane
I must share how much I love my little Dancer. This little guy has given me a lot to look forward to from the day he was born. It all started when I recieved a phone call from a friend whose neighbor had moved out of their appartment and left this pittiful little female Chi. I ran right over to check on her. She was underweight, dehydrated and PREGNANT. I ran her to my vet who informed me that all in all she would be ok. 3 weeks later she delivered 2 puppies. The first was a little girl, who was adopted by a wonderful couple, and then little Dancer. He was 1/4 his sister's size. I stayed by their side for the first 3 days. Dancer seemed to nurse but was not growing at all. My vet told me he was probably premature and told me we should consider putting him down. He told me he probably wouldn't develope and would always have major problems. I refused to believe this. Two weeks after he was born he stopped nursing. I took over, refusing to give up on him. He rebounded! He still did not seem to grow much, but he did start to develope normal growth habbits. As you can see he is now a normal, happy, playful little guy. He is just very, very small. This may not seem like such a big deal to a lot of people, but you see, this little guy helped me as much as I helped him. I was born with Congenital Toxoplasmosis (Retinal). I lost my driver's liscense due to vision lose last year and was unable to continue to work full time in the field I was in. I was feeling useless! Until Dancer gave me a reason to keep on rescueing. Whether we win or loose best in show, he is a winner in my heart! Thanks for listening to my ramblings. Have a wonderful new year.
You can see Dancer in the Toy Group.
Posted by: Jenny, Okahumpka, Florida at January 9, 2007 10:15 AM