It's Honey's 2nd Gotcha Day today. Can't believe I have had my mischief maker two years.
During those two years I have managed to stop her acting like a rabid Kangaroo on the end of the lead, when she sees cats or bunnies. She still gets excited and will go up onto her toes trying to be a beautiful ballerina, whilst she lets out a few barks and occasionally the odd howl.
Around Easter of 2016 the inevitable happened. Honey had Happy Tail and would wag her tail very vigorously and at every opportunity. She banged her tail one time too many and split it open. My flat resembled a crime scene and I am still finding spots of blood now. Even got a few spots on the ceiling. After re-opening the cut several times an infection started, so the vet said it would be best to take the tail off. Now instead of her tail wagging her butt does.
Earlier I called Honey my mischief maker, this is because she seems to attract mischief. Often things just happen, like her nose swiping an ornament off the window sill, backing up and knocking over the water bowl, throwing one of the toys and it landing amongst my photo frames sending them flying. Sometimes she throws a toy and it can take me a while to find it. They've been on top of the curtain rail and sitting on a shelf, as if they've been put there very carefully, but it's been luck it's landed without knocking anything over. More than once I have come home to find two or three books int he middle of the room. Not a mark on them. I can only assume she didn't like any of them, or maybe she had already read them.
She is the most vocal and often does her Wolf impression. She's the most playful and definitely the most affectionate.
She's the first Greyhound I have had that has night terrors. She can't come on my bed, as if she wakes with a start, she goes rigid, growls and the next step could be a bite, so I have to keep her off.
For all her Honeyisms I wouldn't want her any other way.