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achoirofcritters · 2 days
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Earth Dog
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achoirofcritters · 3 days
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Spring is here!
Pazuzu modeling at a local cemetery where we had a blooming of cherry blossoms, and we also found a magnolia tree. :)
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achoirofcritters · 4 days
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Spring is here!
Pazuzu modeling at a local cemetery where we had a blooming of cherry blossoms, and we also found a magnolia tree. :)
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achoirofcritters · 20 days
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so because of all the everything -- losing my dog, grieving my dog, all the weeks leading up to this of her being ill, and all the care she required, and the weeks of agonizing over decisions and things -- i have been a complete wreck and less than productive with my work lately. i get paid by the article. and i have not been consistently producing very many articles. my job is very understanding but I am really feeling the pay cut right now. if anyone has a few spare bucks to throw our way I do still have a ko-fi here. it would primarily go toward dog food and dog-related things, possibly also some human food.
thank you. and absolutely no pressure if you can't or don't want to.
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achoirofcritters · 20 days
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I unexpectedly lost my heart cat this week and I just want the world to know that he was the very best kitty.
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achoirofcritters · 21 days
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I unexpectedly lost my heart cat this week and I just want the world to know that he was the very best kitty.
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achoirofcritters · 24 days
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Photos of Torch from our photography trip to lake Michigan earlier this year.
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achoirofcritters · 25 days
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smiles all around!
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achoirofcritters · 27 days
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There are no goodbyes for my dog who has died and we don't now and never did lie to each other. - "A Dog Has Died," Pablo Neruda
Hazel, formerly San Tan Drizzle: December 22, 2010 - February 29, 2024. Hazel left us peacefully today at around noon. Before her journey she got to enjoy all kinds of wonderful foods she wasn't normally allowed because of her illness, like a big slice of homemade banana bread, many many slices of bread (her favorite) and peanut butter. She fell asleep licking peanut butter right out of the jar.
A little write up about her life under the readmore. You probably know it all if you've been following forever, but just for me, just to write something about her.
Hazel was born on December 22, 2010 in Kansas. She moved on to a kennel in Florida sometime in the summer of 2012, where she raced a grand total of ten times before retiring at the tender age of one year and seven months old. She then traveled up the coast, finding her way to Greyhound Friends of New Jersey, her wonderful foster mom Marybeth, and then at last to me. I picked her up at the GFNJ annual greyhound picnic, on September 23, 2012.
She will forever be the most opinionated dog I have ever known. She always knew exactly what she wanted to do, and where she wanted to go, and she could never be convinced otherwise. I often have said that she is not a dog, but an alien pretending to be a dog, or a person pretending to be a dog. Hazel has always been special, above mere dogdom. She did play with toys in her younger years like a “regular dog”, but she has never cared for baby talk or any attempts to hype her up to play; she would look at you like you were an idiot and she was worried about your mental health if you ever spoke to her like she was a dog.
No description of Hazel is complete without including her penchant for thievery. In her younger days she was immensely clever and strategic about stealing food. She had a particular taste for pizza and bagels, being at heart a Jersey girl. She also, memorably, once swiped a brownie right out of a child’s hand. She amazed and astounded at every turn with her cleverness and persistence. While she mostly retired from crime in her senior years, she would sporadically remember her love of thieving and get into the garbage, or somehow, impossibly, get up on her weakened hind legs and steal something off the counter.
On today, her last day, she managed to steal the bread I had left out on the counter, which I was going to give to her anyway.
She wasn’t much of a racer at all in her short career, but she loved to run for fun. She would take off across the dog park with the other dogs falling hopelessly behind her. And in her last days, even as her body was failing her and walks became a major effort, she still ran here and there in our backyard – in these great, big, rocking horse leaps, because her hind legs did not work the way they were supposed to anymore.
Like all greyhounds, she loved the sun, and would spend many happy hours across her lifetime sunning outside or by the front door.
She loved to walk in the woods. We had miles and miles of wanderings through the woods together over the years, and she loved nothing more than to clamber up a rocky trail like a mountain goat.
She loved children. She was kind to nearly all creatures – gentle and peaceful with other dogs, cats, and even hamsters. The only animals that ever seemed to activate her prey drive were chickens, to which she happened to be allergic.
Throughout her life, Hazel struggled with various health issues, and I went to the ends of the earth to help her. We had multiple close calls over the years, and as such we’ve had a lot of “bonus” time. I almost lost her in 2020, and again three years later.
We have had over a decade together. Many greyhounds do not make it to be thirteen years old, and I was so happy to celebrate her official teenagerhood this past December. (She even had a crown and sash.)  After almost losing her twice, I was so careful about taking so many photos, trying to capture and remember every special moment. And to me, they were all special moments.
We had these photos taken by Melanie Ruskin Photography about a week before we said goodbye today.
I will miss Hazel for the rest of my life.
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achoirofcritters · 1 month
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Go and give the boy some appreciation, he worked hard that day. His 2 braincells kept freezing.
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achoirofcritters · 1 month
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every day i vastly overestimate how much the average person knows about dogs
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achoirofcritters · 1 month
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Sometimes you keep less than perfect photos because your dog still looks perfect in them.
Evie's eyes aren't entirely in-focus here, but I couldn't bring myself to discard the photo!
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achoirofcritters · 1 month
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covered in mud and happy about it
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mountain babies
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achoirofcritters · 1 month
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Evie the Magical Girl
is here to wish you a very happy Valentine's day! May it be cheery, full of treats, and if you're lucky, hella gay. ;)
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achoirofcritters · 1 month
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"I've decided not to vaccinate my animals. Think about it, how often do you see a rabid dog?"
Yes Heather think about it. Think about how few rabid dogs you see in your comfortable western country with easy access to vet care. Think about why it might be that you've never seen a rabid dog. Really dig deep here you absolute fucking fool.
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achoirofcritters · 2 months
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Oh I haven't posted this one yet, have I?
We were calling his name and he was doing his stupid, silly "smiles" because of it as he was running back towards us. I managed to catch it on his doofy little face mid-smile! He looks so ridiculous. Vicious dog!
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