08/12/2024
Those ob you wot knows momma, knows that hers is good at lots a stuff. Computers isn’t eben on da wanna be list. Add to that FB is on da computer and us hounds will be divin for cover a lot in da near future. Da Hound Power website wot we don’t have any more, had a part called Greyt Words. Momma N Vinny posted articles N stories there. Momma wants to continue that but isunt sure how to go about it. For now hers is gonna put it under Hound Power. Any thots or suggestshuns R welcome.
Diary of a Wonder Dog.
My name is Thunder, I’m about three years old, and this is my story.
The first part of my story is a bit sketchy. At the beginning of 2024 my owner passed away and my mom and I ended up in a shelter in Fort Worth, TX. One clue may be that my ears are notched. Some hunters “notch” their dogs’ ears. Notching hound’s ears makes it easy for the hunters to recognize their dogs. If that is where I came from, my foster mom now thinks I was probably a “bait” dog because I was young and crazy fast. Some hunters use Bait Dogs to draw out the coyotes. When the coyotes chase after the Bait Dogs, the hunters shoot them to protect their animals.
My mom and I were in a shelter in Fort Worth. The Greyhound Adoption Legue of Texas (GALT) heard about us and took us to their kennel.in Carrolton TX. When we got to the kennel, I was separated from my mom. With all the noise from dogs and humans, I was so confused and oh so scared. I barked a lot and paced all the time. All I wanted was a place that was quiet and dark so I could hide. I was scared of everything and everyone. My mom found a foster home right away. So now I was all alone, and nothing was familiar. The longer I was there, the more anxious I became, and that made it harder to find a foster home for me. After about three months, I was neutered. That means they make you take a nap, and while you are sleeping, they steal your personal parts. (Rood). After I woke up, I got to go to a foster home. The humans were very nice, but it turned out that I was terrified of the dad. When we went on a walk and he held the leash, I followed as far behind as I could. I paced all the time. The mom could only pet me when she was petting her greyhound, and I would come close. I couldn’t make myself take a treat from her hand like her Greyhound did even though I really wanted it. She had to put it down and walk away. I was so miserable sometimes I even p*ed and pooped. That made me feel even worse. I was so embarrassed. The decision was made to move me to a foster home with no male humans. I would go to one with just a mom and three greyhound kids.
My New Foster Home:
The day came that I was going to my new foster home. A lady with a quiet voice and soft touch came to my foster parent’s house. I wouldn’t let her come near me. I paced and paced Finally, I laid down on a big dog bed, she sat near me, and I let her touch me just a little. We sat there for a long while. She kept talking softly to me and not making eye contact. She told me all about her own Greyhound kids, how I was going to learn to be big and brave and have fun. Her kids loved adventures, and we were going to work hard so I would like them too. I didn’t understand everything she said, but I did calm down. Eventually she put a leash on me, and we went out to her car. The car was kind of cool. It even had a name. It’s called the “Hound Mobile” like “Herby the Love Bug” only different. (Whoever Herby was). The” Hound Mobile” was fixed specially for her fur kids. There were big dog beds in the back and what she called an observation deck. That’s where my new foster sister, Lady Norma, always rides so she can look out ALL the windows. There were even cubbies under the floor to put all kinds of stuff. The whole time we were in the car she talked to me about all kinds of things. I didn’t really understand her, but I did like her voice.
On the way to my new home, the Emergency Vet called. Lady Norma, my soon-to-be foster sister, had an accident the day before and needed stitches in her head. My new foster mom said we were going to take what she called a “detour” and pick her up on the way.
Just as we walked in the door, Normy’s doctor came around the corner and he was a man. Everything happened at once. I got so scared, I p*ed and pooped everywhere. Even up on the wall. I tried to run away. Foster mom told the Dr. that I was terrified of men, so he went away. I was shaking so hard and was so embarrassed. Foster mom got on her knees and kept telling me I was OK. It was her fault for not thinking about possibly running into the man doctor. She used that soft voice and just held me. The lady behind the counter put us in a quiet room to wait for Lady Norma. When Norma came out, I practically dragged us to the car.
On the ride home, Lady Norma was a little woozy, but very nice. I laid down touching her and she gave me licks. By the time we got “home” I was feeling better. Her Ladyship introduced me to my two new brothers, Seeley BICS and Pony Puppy. They were very polite and understood I was scared. After checking me out, they let me go hide in the bedroom in a bed just for me next to Pony’s bed. I would spend the next several days in that bed except to go out to take care of business. The kids said to call New Foster mom, Momma.
During those first days, momma would come in and just sit with me. Sometimes she would talk to me, and sometimes she’d curl up on the bed with me or on the big bed with Seeley while Pony and Norma napped on their beds. Little by little I started to feel safe.