JUST A FEW PICCIES

Holly is very shy so piccies are hard to get of her, she wimps out when the camera appears.

Abby in seductive mood

Our mate Sally chilling at home

Abby chilling

Nothing much happening

Not a lot happening at the moment.Stomach bug been doing the rounds we both got it went to the vets got starved for 36hrs got fed on yummy chicken and rice (well the chicken was nice). Usual antibiotics, kaolin tablets. Holly recovered I had to go twice to vets before I was rid of bug, consequently looking very slimline at moment. Holly and I were on our daily tour of the fields this morning (Walkies) and I was checking for rabbits,squirrels, anything furry that moves, Holly was trotting along up front when Mom saw a rabbit, before I did, (she's getting better than I am these days-since the rabbit incident)anyway this tiny rabbit was literally sitting in the middle of the path we were walking on, so Mom stamped her feet, clapped her hands to frighten the rabbit away. This little rabbit pricked its ears and looked away from us but still sat there. Holly wondering what was going on saw the rabbit and gave chase, it was no more than 6foot away from her, this tiny little rabbit started to run but it ran towards Holly. Do you know what Holly did, she tucked her tail between her legs and ran away, scared of a teeny weeny little rabbit I am so ashamed of her, the big coward. Furthermore Mom told her what a good girl she was (once Holly had stopped running away that is) Holly is such a wimp!!!
Harry introduced us to his little pal Sally and Holly gets on very well with Sally but she's a bit wary of me because I've got this awful muzzle on (and Mom reckons I'm a thug anyway) just because I want to play doesn't make me a thug, admittedly Sally could probably walk underneath me without any problem but that's not my fault is it?
That's all for now,
woof soon,
wags and kissy licks
Abby

HELLO AND WELCOME

Mom doesn't love me anymore

Holly and I were going for a walk with mom by a the local lake, enjoying the sunshine,( as you do) climbing up a few steps back to the car park when I spotted a rabbit. Of course being a lurcher I just couldn't resist. I took off in pursuit, pulled the extending lead out of mom's hand (she nearly went a pearler) and disappeared into the brambles. Mom looked everywhere she could, I could hear her calling but when you are in pursuit you can't "hear" a thing can you?


Anyway Holly knew where I was and, once mom stopped panicking, led her to me. I had got my lead entangled in the brambles, mom managed to get hold of the handle and insisted I came out through the brambles (mom wasn't going to let go in case I bolted). But I had caught the rabbit and I wasn't going to let go so I dragged the rabbit with me while mom tried to clear a path through the brambles eventually I appeared but had to drop the rabbit, it's hard work gripping a rabbit through a muzzle, but I did. Hence mom thinks I pounded the poor rabbit with my muzzle as there was no blood, so she's not talking to me now. But she did bathe my eyes and remove several thorns afterwards so perhaps she might still love me, what do you think?

Love Abby

Abby- a potted history

Hi, I'm Abby. Finally got a look in on the computer (Holly seems to have hogged it up until now).Anyway I started life on a travellers camp (not sure if tinkers or gypsies camp) until I was roughly six months old, along with many other lurchers. We were rescued by lurcher rescue and dispersed around the country to await assessment and rehoming. I was sent to EGLR who had me fostered out on a farm in Alvechurch, mom phoned Pippa at the rescue asking after another rescue lurcher. Having already taken on a rescue from them (Holly) mom was sent along to see the other dog, but she had been in a fight over some food and was laid up at the local vets being stitched back together, so she was shown myself and another lurcher. She picked ME and I have
played her up ever since (but no matter what I do she won't send me back) aren't I lucky? When mom first had me, once I knew I was attached, she would let me off to chase Harry around, but then I disappeared one day and Aunty Vic and Mom spent two hours searching the fields looking for me, I couldn't find them either so this nice man and his young son gave me a lift home in their 4x4 (lovely motor I could see everything around). I had also run off exploring a few times before that, but that was the longest. Mom doesn't trust me anymore so I go walkies on the lead all the time now (says she won't risk me being hit by a car or lorry- got no road sense you see. When I'm running I just run in one direction- no looking back- as fast as I can). When my photos start appearing some may show me wearing a muzzle- I'm not nasty- just can't resist eating anything. wood,sticks mouldy grass, mushrooms, toadstools, dandelions(the clocks are particularly yummy) frogs,snails, anything I can get in my mouth I will eat. so Mom says life is easier for her if I wear a muzzle, and safer for me! But I don't care I can still get the mouldy grass, I just scrape the muzzle on the ground and suck it in (have to wait till nobody is looking )
That is all for now,
catch you later
love Abby

Holly on Abby

Now Abby's not listening anymore I'll tell more, after having eaten the pot-pourri Abby also had an operation because they thought something showed up on an x-ray (which turned out to be nothing) we got her home but had to take her to our own vet for a check-up and to remove the stitches. Mom arrived at the vets, Abby had her stitches removed given a clean bill of health and came home again, upon arrival back home Abby starts to be sick (very soapy smelling) unknown to Mom madam had found her way into the kitchen cupboard and had helped herself to several Persil capsules. A quick phone to the vets and Mom had to go and fetch some charcoal to give to Abby to neutralise the effects of the capsules. I swear I have never seen so many bubbles come from every hole in her body. Pippa , strange is a very good word to describe my mate, she really is a very strange dog !!!! Not at all in the sheepdog mould, in fact not like any dog mould, but I am told in the dog world almost normal behavour for a lurcher.

As auntie vic pointed out, she also more recently ate moms seat belt and chewed the handbrake all because Mom forgot and dared to clean them with a perfumed cloth. Mom had taken the dog guard down and Abby (bless her) couldn't resist. Very strange!!
Tell you more soon
love Holly

Holly on Abby

My mom says Abby is a walking disaster. I can't tell you how many remote controls she's chewed along with pairs of glasses, shampoo bottles,in fact anything perfumed (human that is! not doggy) she will try to eat. Also being a lurcher with those long legs Abby can reach almost everywhere, so everything in our house is so high even mom has to stretch to reach. Worst is mom sometimes forgets madam can reach anywhere and leaves things out, but the dreaded Abby is there watching and waiting.
Talking of perfumed things, what self respecting dog would eat pot-pourri, well Abby did! We went on holiday a couple of years ago to a very nice bungalow, mom unpacked the car whilst me and madam Abby stayed in the car. We were taken into the bungalow and allowed to have a look around to get used to the place (at least that was the idea). Guess who found the pot-pourri within five minutes and ate half a bowlfull (freshly oiled of course). Guess who spent that week at the local vets on a drip, scaring everybody and very, very, poorly. Apparently pot-pourri is on the poisons list and it could have killed her.She was just about well enough to travel back home, and guess what last year mom took us on holiday again checked everywhere for pot-pourri, couldn't find any but Abby did (underneath the bed in the guzzunder) fortunately not oiled so no problem this time,you would think a dog would learn- not Abby!!
better go madam is watching
see you soon love Holly

HOLLY( a potted history)

Hi Holly here, just a short history of how I got rescued. Mom decided after losing her last collie she would like another one, she was told by a rescuer that the lurcher rescue had a very timid collie needing a new home. So mom contacted the rescue and went along to meet me I was very frightened I was surrounded by loads of rescue dogs but I thought nows my chance to get out of this medlum, so I stepped gingerly forward and got stroked, I was then taken for a short walk and Mom decided she would look after me provided her other dogs accepted me. I was taken to my new house and met a man (mom's dad I found out later). I was petrified, it took me about three months before I felt really comfy with him (he was a lovely human who was very patient even though he was a little upset I woudn't trust him). Mom kept saying that I would come round eventually and I did. I was a very scared dog who has turned into a lovely companion and senior dogs accepted me because I was too scared to argue (tactics worked there). I had a very comfy life until ABBY came along. (tell you her antics another day when she's not watching)
see you soon
love Holly

Hi again Auntie Vic Harry's Mom) took some piccies of us. Holly "I am on the left I think I am prettier than that Lurcher!!)
Abby" Hello I am on the right and Holly is Not prettier than me, so there, I'm much prettier!!"

HELLO FROM ABBY & HOLLY

Our mate Harry said this would be a fun thing to do, so here goes. Firstly let us introduce ourselves:- Holly " I am a collie (I think) aged 10 years who was rescued from Evesham Greyhound and Lurcher rescue (but I am nothing like a greyhound or a lurcher) so I must be a collie, my Mom says I am so I must be. "
Abby " I am a lurcher who is 3 years old who also came from Evesham greyhound and lurcher rescue Mom says I am the naughtiest dog she has ever owned but I am sure Holly will tell you more later (she's abit of a telltale, always running to fetch her just when I start to enjoy myself!)
That's all for now, mom says she will get some piccies to show to you (when she works out how to!) see you soon Bye