Not Surprised, again.

Well, if you expect the best, you're supposed to get it, right? WRONG. Of all the BS -- well, all right, right after the BS "there's someone out there for everyone" The GREATEST lie ever told, is the "expect the best" BS.

The Greyhound adoption agencies are peopled in a hierarchal system that Louis XIV would have envied; I am beginning to suspect to make sure the "in" crowd makes sure that the best dogs are fostered to the "favorites" and if there is a hint that someone "outside" might "interfere" by adopting one of their favorites, well, that MUST NOT happen. These are the most petty, infantile, childish, boorish, intellectually challenged, kingdom-builders it has been my misfortune to encounter. If you need a demonstration that the petty rise to the top and then fend off any challenges with hysterical paranoia, try to adopt a greyhound -- or better yet, try to adopt a second one -- especially if, OOOOOHHHHHH, you might be a "threat" to the power of the petty little kingdom. These are the greatest, most loving, wonderful dogs; and the people involved in the "politically uninvolved" adoption process are, if possible their polar opposites.

Who Knows? It might work out.

Well, Razzle and Mo seem to be better. The Greyhound doesn't quite seem to grasp the Maltese is neither a squeaky toy or able to play with him. But he quite gently nosed Mo out of his bed yesterday; it was really quite sweet, seeing as how the old piss was trying to start a fight.

Greyhound Goes To Work!

Well, on just our third day, Razzle went to work with Mo. What a GOOD BOY! He was so calm and sweet, charmed the patients and the staff just loves him. He even had enough room to run up and down the hall. Hopefully that will provide some exercise. I tried a bit more food after a consultation with Leslie about amounts. I'm trying two cups dried food, two cups rice and a couple of spoons of wet food. I think Mo is a little frightened of him, so we're trying to feed our Master Maltese on the counter; since Razzle is not allowed in the kitchen we may have some dog-pecking-order issues but who knows. At least we're getting food down the old man, and I'm still seeing more sheer movement out of Mo than I've seen in a few years.

Razzle Dazzle

Well, this was Razzle's second day at home. We took a walk (okay, I drove) down to freeway park -- rocks, dirt, rocks. How much did this thing cost, anyway? It is about as inviting as a gravel pit with railings -- come to think of it, it IS a gravel pit with railings. So, we'll try up to the Volunteer Park or the Grand Army of the Republic cemetery (the last century's first war-to-end-all-wars that we would NEVER forget).

Mo seems a lot more active; for a 15 year old Maltese, he's holding his own with the three year old Greyhound. So far. It is only two days. I live in constant terror something will go wrong, he'll run off, get hurt, etc. ad nauseum. Mo went in the backpack down the hill and then back up -- I was a mess.