Buon giorno, il grande cane parla. I'm practicing my greyhound Italian. "Good morning, the big dog speaks". I had an exciting week staying at the Manyhounds Inn. I have pictures to prove what fun I had and how stylish I can be. One picture shows me in a white cap with a brim and my Mom says it looks EXACTLY like a picture she has of her father !! Same long snout profile and hat !! Too funny - I didn't realize that Sicilians and greyhounds were related but the snozzolas match and the proof is in the picture :--)

Kate noticed that my back outer toes are kind of torn up and we visited the vet to see what could be done. Some dogs have 'cat' feet, some have webbed feet, and others hare feet. Greyhounds have Hare feet which are elongated with the two center toes longer than the side toes. I'm going to have surgery next week to fix those two outside toes so that I can run like the wind again.

E tempo per il mio pelo. It is time for my nap.

Coty's collapsed Downward Facing Dog Yoga pose. Coty faking a Greyhound Feeling Remorse pose. The Total Juvenile Delinquent ! I'm in BIG trouble - big dog -big trouble. My Mom went out for two hours, and to entertain myself I chewed up the corner of the front windowsill. I am in my crate right now - feeling a very slight tinge of remorse. My Mom was shocked to say the least since she keeps telling people I am such a good dog. She might be a little lofty in her characterization of me. I had a big Chew so it isn't like I didn't have something else to munch on. I don't know what got into me. "It was just there", right in front of me while standing looking out the front window. Sheesh. Ciao - Coty, JD Extraordinaire.

Wow - it's a sharp world out from the Track. I cut my wrist-knob, as my Mom calls it, and had to get 2 staples zapped into it ! The Vet says I'm a great dog, and didn't fuss at all. When he (the Vet) said I may need one of those Elizabethian collars if I am a chewer - my Mom nixed that idea. I've been trying to be good and not chew on my wrist covering. So far, so good. It is closing up and I still have the staples in. Two days. Eight to go. Can you picture a greyhound - and a big one at that - trying to get into a kennel wearing one of those goofy things ??! Queen Elizabeth, maybe, but not King Coty. I'm sure they are very useful and help the healing process, but, frankly Scarlett - Not For Me, Thank You.

Hi, it's Coty, back to blogging. I've been snoring by the fire for the last month as it's been so cold out. I've also been in school - obedience training with Jen Bachelor. My best command so far is 'lie down'. My Mom says I'm perfect at that. I don't do the sphinx look too well, mostly just slide into a 'sit' and then plop over on my side which is comfy and relaxing. My biggest goal is to learn to push open the dog door at home by myself. Not there yet, although if someone flips to door up for me, I can use it just fine and dandy. Susie is lucky - her dog door is electronic but even though it's the largest one, I'm a tall dude and it doesn't fit me as well so we had Big Dog door put in also. My Mom learned a new trick herself yesterday. She made me go through the door to eat my dinner. Not a snack mind you, she had my DINNER! I thought that was a dirty trick, but - whatever - I was hungry. The weather has been wonderful for two days and we are planning a vegetable garden. The idea is for me and Susie to play 'around it'. Hee-hee, we will see how that works out :-)

Here's a picture on my non-grey sister. Although I outweigh her by 35 pounds she is OK for a Big Sis' . I try to muscle in an steal her stuffy toys, but she's a pretty tough cookie. Susie has been assigned as the official Circus Barker at the Meet and Greet on Woodstock and she reels those rubes in to meet the greyt-hounds. She waves her paw at anyone walking by and smiles until she brings them on over. Good PR job.

Well, well, it's the New Year and I am snoring my way into it. I mean - really - what's all the excitement ?? I've been having fun all week playing in my own dog sized pasture. Except for the last two rainy days, I've been running around like my tail is on fire - Susie has to be careful because I am 75 pounds of streaked lightening. I have to say, she is pretty agile and teases me to give chase. It turns out that I am quite THE watch dog, and can bark if there's a reason. I don't bark at silly things like squirrels, I am a real watchdog and bark at humans moving in the forest outside. (My neighbor is doing some remodeling and apparently walks back and forth across his backyard, which Coty has been monitoring). My Mom says I am a FINE DOG ! Feliz Navidad - Coty.