I am trying to contain the crazy greyhound lady within. Really.
It was a hard week after a fellow cyclist was killed on the road. I rode on the bikeway and took comfort from the love of DOGs and refused to speak with the press. I don't have an answer, I wish I did. But the weather has been cool and perfect and the sun warms your back as you ride, and the air is that special winter sweet that is so nice. Perfect blue sky.
This weekend is the Townsville show and my poor hounds have had to work like dogs
|first to declare mutiny and have a nap. I'm adopted already. meh.|
|Izzy getting into the sprit. She started off a bit nervous of all the noise and weird rides moving around, but came good. brave girl!|
|Patted into exhaustion|
|Izzy is getting faster, but she still needs full assistance. It is harder for some.|
Sheila took a notion to go outside for a play after Izzy had asked to go upstairs. Here she is being wild, but the best part is the greyhound zoomy at the end. Having all this going on in the yard drew Izzy out onto the deck and down to the end, which was something she was afraid to try before. Now that she as done it she is an old deck hand and much more comfortable with life up high off the ground.