Whippet Snippets

Daddy's Little Girl

 Spending a day at the park with Dad.

Portrait of a whippet

Ribsy: a study in afternoon park serenity -- clearly enjoying the 20+ degree weather.













Speaking of whippets and portraits, a new exhibit in London by photographer Jo Longhurst features nothing but our fascinating hounds! From serious show dog shots to revealing candids snapped mid-dream, these series of photographs clearly reveals the admirable grace and beauty of whippets, but also the human preoccupation with  image and the attainment of perfection.

Brown Eyed Girl

The ol' sock monkey is a poor substitute for the monkey of a whippet named Ribsy. Girl and RNOF can't wait til Hazel, Ribsy and Mirabel all get together to play. They, on the other hand, can't wait to switch collars and let the confusion begin.

Pretty in Pink

Mirabel loves the camera. And the camera loves her!

Sunny Saturday

A beautiful day in the Hammer meant a lovely walk with a friend in the neighborhood. Perfect weather for stopping to smell all the spring flowers.

The pooches practice their poses outside their soon-to-be new digs.

Mirabel works her Magnum face.

A Squirrely Morning

Frantic Guest Blogger Girl writes:

My Mirabel lost her innocence this morning! She and Ribsy ganged up on a squirrel right outside our building. Ten feet away from the tree, I let them go because the squirrel was right at the base of a tree, and I thought, 'What harm could they do?'

How was I supposed to know that the stupid thing would go AROUND the tree instead of UP it? So the gruesome twosome went in opposite sides around the tree and nabbed it....took turns shaking it...with Mirabel dealing the final killer blow.

So then how do you get her to drop her furry trophy? She doesn't even know how to sit, much less understand "Drop the squirrel!" Plus, I was out of bags, had no treats, and had to leave shortly for work. So I went down the street to the dog park, praying that no neighbour would come out and see my dog with a dirty limp squirrel in her mouth.

At the park, a sympathetic dog owner with previous releasing-a-dead-animal-from-a-pet's-mouth experience came to the rescue. He grabbed a bag and a Milk Bone and luckily Mirabel accepted the trade. He calmly scooped the squirrel into the bag like a piece of poop and threw it away into the garbage.

What a morning. Sadistic as it sounds, though, I feel a certain pride in seeing my whippets do what they were bred to do.

The Perfect Puppy and Other Myths

Mirabel's ongoing puppy antics (steamrolling Ribsy, jumping up on Girl, refusing to sit, stealing oven mitts) leads Girl to reminisce about when Ribsy was a puppy. Of course Ribsy's a perfect dog now, so it's hard to remember him ever being mis-behaved. After all, look at that irresistable puppy face of his. Does this look like a troublemaker to you?

Two become one

Or one becomes two?
 

Park pals

Happy Birthday, Mirabel!

Mirabel, it's been only a week but you are part of our forever-and-ever pack. We love you to pieces and wish you a very happy first birthday!

Love Boy, Girl & Ribsy (slowly)