Poet at 4 months!

Genius puppy knows take/hold, sit, down, stay, baby heelwork, and a nice stand/stay and show off command. He is such fun to train! I love his rear, topline, body, tail, head, and neck. He has nice bone, and his front is acceptable and stands to improve as matures. He moves soundly and is joy to work with. He is an awesome Whippet boy. His first shows will be this fall. He loves the lure, so next summer he can begin his coursing career.

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Poet Update

Poet the Whippet is four months old this week! He has entered the awkward phase of puppyhood to be certain, but his beauty is still obvious. His head shows so much promise of being beautiful and elegant, while also masculine, and with dramatic underjaw. He’s curvy, classic in type, and sound coming and going. His brindle is striking and beautiful, and it’s usually the first thing anyone comments on when I have him out socializing.

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Poet has also got classic Whippet temperament. He’s cuddly and snuggly and sweet with us, aloof but politely friendly with strangers, always seeking creature comforts, playful and wild and hot on the lure, all while being a typical laid back Whippet dude over all. Amazingly, he doesn’t have a even a hint of the typical Whippet separation anxiety that so affects much of the breed. Other than a bit of normal puppy whining (and a definite preference for sleeping in the bed with humans!) he’s been no trouble at all. He was an absolute breeze to leash train, and he also picked up basic obedience incredibly quickly. I’m not sure I have owned a Whippet with quite so much drive and quickness to learn obedience. He reminds me much more of training one of my shepherds or retrievers, in some ways. We are extremely interested in pursuing obedience with him as a result. Additionally, of course, we plan to do running sports and conformation with him. If all goes as planned, he may eventually be bred. In the mean time, we will keep enjoying raising and training him, and see where it all leads.

The Prime of Life with Zoom

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Zoom turned seven years old in June, and it is hard for me to imagine he is officially a veteran. Technically, he can enter this class at lure coursing and conformation events. That said, he’s a typical seven year old Whippet in the prime of his life. This photo was taken just yesterday. Zoom remains as beautiful, fit, fun, driven, and spoiled as ever. The climate here being much friendlier, his pigment has actually darkened as, ironically, we are able to be outside and get much more sunlight here than we could in the humid, awful climate of Florida. Daily, or nearly daily, flirt pole sessions with me or Scottie have him in ripped, muscular condition that rivals any shape he was ever in. Like a fine wine, Zoom only gets better with age, as he slips into the phase of life where dogs are perfect. They become like your most comfortable chair, or your favorite pair of shoes. He is retired from most of his duties, but he still loves to work when given the chance, and he’s still hoping to finish that ASFA coursing title and that BCAT. Here’s to many more years with this striking, handsome, perfectly trained canine friend and athlete.

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Groundhog Day!

In true sporting Whippet fashion, Zoom claimed our new house as a hunting ground. He is most proud of his first catch, a female groundhog. These creatures don’t live anywhere else we have lived (prior to coming to Ohio), so he had never seen one before. I came around the corner in the back yard just in time to see him make the kill. Zoom also turned seven years old this month, and is looking as wonderful as he ever has. I just love this hound. He is the quiet ruler and king of the house.

To Take An Old Hound Out Again

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To take an old hound out again
Is to see him light up from within
I watch him quiver with familiar delight
As open fields meet new daylight
His black eyes shine a hint of blue
Yet still they see my soul straight through
Soft edges instead on what before
Was once a lithe and cutting form
Still there I see an ageless grace
In movement -in repose- in that face
Silken ears surround the spot upon
His perfumed head and just beyond
That soft warm comfort I cried into
All those years, yet still far too few
The lure hums its mundane tune
He waits for Tally-Ho, then zoom!
My heart leaps about my chest
An old dog needs his comfort and rest
Yet as he flies across the green
My tears flow down in a steady stream
Nothing is more fitting than this
An old hound in his ultimate bliss
Familiar dancing in those eyes
We head home, contented sighs
My old hound snoozes for the ride
His glory restored, my heart full of pride

Poem by me, inspired by my heart dog, Rigby