Toby's First Week

Well, we have now had Toby just over a week and he is doing great-- barring a few potty accidents. Everyone in the family has bonded with him, and he seems pretty comfortable in our home--Comfortable enough to steal Colin's snack off the table this afternoon. Luckily everyone has a sense of humor and hopefully Colin has learned a lesson about leaving food out. Genna was trying to teach him to read-- just easy words like "a", "the", and "my". Maybe she can teach him to read "No Stealing" or "Keep your nose off the table. Thank you."

Greyhounds also are pack rats. Toby likes to go "shopping" in their bedrooms, so the kids have quickly learned to keep their doors shut. So smart!

One day I walked through the living room and found the remote on the floor. A few days ago he carried Colin's stuffed animal (Super Teddy) off to his bed. Thankfully he isn't into chewing stuff up; he just wants to carry whatever appealing thing he's found away to his lair or some other comfy spot and drop it off. Still the slobber factor is enough to motivate us to keep certain thing out of reach. Maybe someday I could get really tough on the room cleaning and make the kids leave their doors open. Diabolical? Yes, I know.

Toby!

Last night we brought home our adopted retired greyhound after a two hour tour and orientation at the Phoenix Greyhound Park. The kids learned all about how the dogs are raised and trained and watched the first race of the night. Colin wants to go back and bet next time, says he can figure out which one is fast by watching them walk out prior to the race. The first night Toby was a bit anxious but today he seems pretty settled in. He's only two years old and still very active so we spent some time at the Goodyear city park dog run this morning. He's retired for lack of interest in racing and that seemed to come through at the park. He enjoyed running around and orienting himself to the park but did not seem that interested in putting in any fast laps. Lisa did get a glimpse of the hunt drive when a little white dog walked by while we were watching the little league game. But for her solid grip on the leash, we would have had a bit of a diplomatic snafu.