Tuesday, September 21, 2010

In The Doghouse. Maybe.

We made an offer on a house. Good walking neighborhood, suitable for eventual one-story living, and a nice big yard. Plenty of room for a greyhound or three to keep busy.

To be continued...

Saturday, September 4, 2010

You Two Have So Much To Talk About

Occasionally, when Jackson is out for a walk, we cross paths with greyhounds we don't know. This triggers thirty seconds of joyous tail-wagging, butt-sniffing breed recognition: "You're like me!" "Yes, and you're like me!" "Yes, yes, and look, you're like me!" "I know, and you're just like me!"

Then, abruptly, the canine conversation stops. Whilst we owners chat about all things grey for a solid five minutes, both dogs stand like statues, staring off in opposite directions: an awkward silence, with nothing left to say.

Of course the same thing happens when two IT professionals meet at a party. Well, maybe a little less butt sniffing.