I am the self appointed scribe of this motley crew of whippets. Actually, I'm a self appointed Queen B of this bunch. Dogs do it much better than humans: we don't hold a grudge, we believe in unconditional love, and we don't do elections (you humans and your elections are CRAZY).
Our servant is under the weather. She has the "flu." She did take the vaccine. Apparently, this year that vaccine didn't work, and she is testimony to that fact. Muscle aches and pains, lethargy, sore throat, stuffed up nose, inability to think and blog: that's my servant at the moment.
Enough about her. It's about me!
Now, if you noticed in our introduction, I am the middle whippet of this gang. Although middle children have been known to have "issues" I have overcome all of them with the simple outlook on life, "it's about moi." I'm a benevolent queen, but I AM the queen, and the others don't forget that. I'll write about them some other time....maybe. But today, I have chosen to write about me. (You guys don't really want to know about the others, do you??)
I was born about 3 1/2 years ago in the PNW.
My mom Nosey told me that I was an extra Special Girl, and she picked me as her favorite. That's probably what has allowed me to do so well in life. Unfortunately, Nosey forgot to tell her servant that I was the one who was supposed to stay (she assumed that the Servant would be able to tell that I was the Special One, but the Servant, being only human, didn't get the message). The human servant chose my brother Griz (the boy Goober). Among my list of attributes is adaptability. My current servant had fallen in love with me through pictures, and even though she lived a long way from Nosey's servant, 
she flew all the way to PNW to pick me up. I could tell immediately she was smitten with me, and that I would be able to have my way with her. Nosey told me it looked like a good deal, so I packed my belongings (actually, at that stage, I had no belongings!) and moved to Texas.When I came here, there were only 3 other whippets:
1. Darby -- obviously the leader of the pack. I started loving on him immediately, realizing takeover would require either his cooperation or his defeat. Since dogs do things better than humans, I chose the cooperation approach. It worked.2. Charlie -- what can I say? I love the dufus, even if he did run into me and break my back knee at the tender age of 4 months (my human nearly died of a heart attack!). The human servant says that if whippets could wear white shirts and carry slide rules, then Charlie would be the whippet doing it. Now, I am not real certain what that means....but here's a picture of him (OK, we had our fun with Photoshop on that one). He is just a klutz, breaking both other whippets and our servant (he got her nose, once). However, he is a GOOD HEARTED klutz, and the good heart is what counts.
3. Reilly -- weird. Totally. More about that later. Maybe.
When I was still a young whipper snapper of a pup, Darby got sick. Apparently his liver failed from a bug in his ascending Cole and Jive is (I have no clue what that means; I have heard the servant talk about it). He had to have a surgery to make the diagnosis, and the also discovered that he had severe cirrhosis. The vet doesn't know what caused the cirrhosis, but the servant has said that it must be from using his licker too much. Needless to say, I have tried to moderate the use of mine. When Darby got sick, he told me that I should assume the Queen B position. They thought he was going to die within a few months. He didn't. Now, 3 years later that ol' vet has diagnosed with with even more maladies, but like the Energizer Bunny, he just keeps on ticking. I let him pretend to be Top Dog, occasionally, just because he was so kind about letting me become dictator, errrr, ahhh -- leader. But the reality is that I CHOOSE to let him be leader. Occasionally. When it suits ME.
Life here has been pretty good. I grew up to be the Girl Goober, and my brother Griz, left in the PNW, grew up to be the Boy Goober (our servants didn't talk about it, but both of us were being called "Goober" as a nick name. Once they realized we were both being called Goober, they added 'boy' and 'girl'). Thankfully, as the Girl Goober, I am not required to wear goggles like my blood brother Griz.
We go on lots of trips when the servant gets tired from her regular job and can get the time off. The main problem with traveling is finding hotels that will let us stay. Now, I don't want to get on a soap box, but for equal opportunity nation, there is a heck of a lot of species discrimination in the US. Now that Hudi and Mati have joined the family, the servant gets really stressed because usually she can't smuggle all of us into a hotel room. We do a lot of sleeping on the road. People think that the servant is crazy, but it's a good form of crazy.
I told the servant that we need to get one of these:
However, she told me that I was going to get one of these:
Now, remember, adaptability is among one of my many endearing traits, but this is getting a little old. Last year, she got me the zero turn mower and tried to make it "fun" by creating a magazine cover with the gift. I was NOT amused. Seriously, what is a Queen B Whippet Girl going to do with a zero turn mower? Thankfully, the servant is the one that uses it ALL the time in the summer. I only got on it once for the picture. But then, if my "gift" of a zero turn mower is not something that I use, what is this about getting "me" a tractor? Hmmmmm????
The servant told me that we will need a tractor because in April we will take possession of this (after the cows leave):
Now, I'm not real clear how this will impact my life, but when I figure it out, I'll let y'all know!
Respectfully submitted,
Gabi, the Girl Goober & scribe extraordinaire
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