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Voting 11/17 - 12/1
Loved Hound
Your hound can be featured as a Loved Hound, too. Just bid in Greyhound Gang's on-line auction (during the first two weeks of every month) for your chance to be spotlighted. Once you've won, you'll email me pictures and text, and the following month, this is where you and your hound will be. Loved Hound. Our wish - love for them all.
Our Diva - Aria - written by Minnie Bain
Aria came into our lives in 2006, as a three month old puppy. The cutest thing on four legs - our smiles were huge. The wildest thing on four legs - our hearts were pounding. What had we gotten ourselves into?
It took barely a heartbeat, as with all youngest children, she had us wrapped around her paws. A sampling of life with Aria:
Glasses with water in them. She always wants to drink out them. And she is sneaky about it. If I’ve left a room, and forgotten to put a glass out of her reach, I just assume she has drank from it, and I dump it out. She now has her own really tall plastic cup from the AM/PM.
She talks. She tells me what she wants, when she wants it. And if I don’t respond fast enough, she keeps barking (yelling) at me until I listen.
She loves to be our baby. She will crawl on our chairs, on our beds, on our couches – anywhere we are to lay with us, across us, with us. She will lay there for hours if we let her.
She loves to kill her toys. And she wants me to play with her, with them. Throwing them at me, and then tearing them to shreds. When I try to pick up the stuffing, she’ll run around and grab at it and just make an even bigger mess.
Outside. She loves the outside, and loves to lay in mounds of dirt. The dirtier the better. The more bugs she can catch and eat – the better. Our greyhound fly-trap. She does attempt to clean herself off by flinging her body in the wading pool…and then back in the dirt.
What Aria wants, Aria gets. She will actually pretend that something is happening at the fence, so the other dogs will leave behind their chew or toys to run over and see what is up. She then runs back and claims the prize, and even sometimes hides it from them.
A seasoned traveler. Her place in the RV is in a cab seat, looking out the window and watching the world go by. She’s traveled to over 17 states, and likes nothing more than the word – GO.
We’ve added and subtracted years to our lives trying to keep up with her. Our two older girls, Annie and Avril, weren’t smiling initially when we brought Aria home, but they, too, soon learned to enjoy her antics, albeit from afar. When Annie and Avril left us, Aria mourned with us.
She been through her own personal trials and tribulations, though it hasn’t put a dent in her personality. At six months, she had surgery on one leg, and then broke the other leg. We tease her with the safety plan we’ve devised for her so no more mishaps occur.
In this opera of our lives - she will always be the most beautiful song - our ARIA.