This is My Girl
This is my girl Greyhound, her name (her actual racing name) is My Girl. She is thirteen years old. Really old for a big dog and Greyhounds in general, she has been with us for years. I am very attached to her. We tried to rename her Faye when we first got her, but she wasn’t having any of that. So, My Girl she has remained.
When I refer to her as my girl greyhound, people get pissy and say “what’s her name, doesn’t she have a name?”
I think this is because our other dog is Charles and is male. My Girl is simply that and she always has been.
She is sitting with her food bowl in the picture because she has taken to eating, lying down, which, really at 80 or 85 dog years who could blame her for wanting to lie down while eating.
Another side effect of a dog of advanced years is needing to go out in the middle of the night. I give her credit for waking me to let her out, but I am not at my conscious best at 3 or 4 a.m.
Hence, the following picture of my foot:
I found out the hard way running into a concrete block wall at 3 a.m. will destroy your toenail.
Eventually my toenail turned black, rolled over at a 90 degree angle, then got infected and had to be removed. Surgically.
Oh, well. My Girl is keeping me company as I sit to prop my foot up. The doctor said it wouldn’t hurt..he left out the part about wearing shoes or putting weight on it. As long as you don’t wear shoes or stand up it feels fine.
oh that same toenail situation happened to my ex bro-in-law after he dropped a heavy landscaping brick on it. it IS painful.. bummer!!
My Girl is TOO cute! I totally understand why you’d be so attached: look how sweet she looks laying by her bowl! 🙂
Thanks, I am sitting here soaking the toe. My Girl is the best, she has been with us through a lot.