Dear Dad,

Thanks for leaving an entire package of DOUBLE CHOCOLATE COOKIES on the counter within my reach. After going to the vet this morning to get my sore neck checked out, I was a little hungry, and they were just what I needed to get feelin' better. I hope you didn't want me to leave you any. I'm sure you didn't. They were all for me, right? Oh, I'll be right back. Mom's calling me.

Mom just gave me a little something to drink. It was very carbonated. Oh wait, my stomach's feeling a little queasy. Be right back.

Hey Dad, you know how you like to recycle? Well, I recycled your DOUBLE CHOCOLATE COOKIES! Yup. They're all sitting in 4 little piles in the kitchen. Most are still intact! I was going to eat them again, because I know how you wanted me to have them. But Mom said no, we should put them in a baggie and leave them for you, Dad.

Can't wait for you to get home from work! You're the best!

Sincerely,

Your Lacey-Doodle

Have you ever woke up on the wrong side of the crate? I sure did yesterday. It's been soooo chilly-willy here in Cincinnati, Ohio (the coldest January since '77, actually), and i need to burrow deep in my blankets at night to keep warm. Well, yesterday I burrowed a little too deep and couldn't get out. I was twisted up like a pretzel! The next thing I know, I've got a kink in my neck! Ouchie!

Since the incident, I can only turn my head to the right. Sometimes I forget and turn to the left to look at mom or look for cats, and then I quickly remember that LEFT HURTS! I let out a loud yelp! My human parents and canine family come runnin' to make sure I'm OK.

Mom took me to the vet. He thinks I'll live. He did give me a big shot of cortisone in the butt, though! I hope I feel better soon, because I have a HUGE obedience show next week. Well, maybe not huge, but it's a big deal for me! There's a possibility that I will win a new squeaky toy! I rarely win them on the field anymore. The judges just don't like my style of "lure cheating."

Have a good week! -Lacey

Happy Monday everyone! Wow, I had a busy weekend. Saturday morning, it was back to obedience class after a six-month vacation. Mom said it was like riding a bike, and she was right. Most of my mad skills came right back. It's great because Mom signed me up for an obedience show on February 7th.

Saturday afternoon I was in the middle of a nap (boy was I tired from my class), and Mom woke me up. She said it was time to go down to Ronald McDonald House and spread some whippet cheer! Even though I was tired and would have rather stayed curled up on Dad's lap, I got my vest and coat on, and headed downtown. The visit was rather uneventful until....I BARFED! Yup. I shot chunks all over the new tile floor (and a little on my Rottweiler friend, Ursa). It was terribly embarrassing, but when you gotta barf, you gotta barf. Mom took me home, and I was back to bed.

Sunday I was feeling better. Mom was in a crazy mood. We went to the dance studio. She worked on costumes, and I worked on my down-stays and sit-stays. Mom had all of her students sit in front of me to make sure I didn't move! It was great practice for our show coming up!

One of mom's youngest tumbling teams is doing a routine as the Wizard of Oz Munchkins. After much contemplation, Mom decided that the Munchkins needed sparkly bonnets. Here's her first prototype on her best-looking model (myself). It's amazing what you can do with a sewing machine, a glue gun, green tulle, purple sequins, foam, wire, cardboard, and some sparkly stretch crushed velvet. Gosh, I'm cute! -Lacey

I'm feeling sparkly today. No, it's not what I ate for breakfast...it's my new coursing blankets! Mom's been making a lot of dance costumes lately, and she had some extra fabric to make us some bling-bling blankets. Here's me in pink:

The Front:

The Back:

And the Bottom:

And here's Allie-Bean in Blue (She was busy playing "COD" with Dad to get up and pose):

Is it coursing season yet? -Lacey

Hello everyone, and good morning. As a Canine Good Citizen, one of my most important duties is to make sure my humans are not late for work. By "work," I mean feeding us hounds. We need to be fed at the crack of dawn. We're busy hounds, and need full tummies so we can play with squeakies, chase bunnies, walk to the park, bark at cats, and take naps. In the video below, I will show you how my "canine alarm clock" works. As you can see, I start the barking; Wager joins in with some growls; Allie jumps up and down on Mom's belly; and Kayla is under the covers yipping and chewing on Mom's toes. It works like a charm! -Lacey

Good morning, World! It's Lacey again. I made sure to wake the humans up extra early so I can get started on my blog entry. We had a late night yesterday. The Dog Whisperer was on all night, and one episode even had whippets! My dad loves to watch that show. I swear he thinks he's Ceasar or something. This morning, he even practiced "calm assertiveness" and made me and the hounds sit in the living room while he and Mom ate breakfast! It was absolutely ridiculous! If it were Mom, she'd let us sit on her lap and eat off her plate. We must stop National Geographic from airing this show. It is very detrimental to our well-being. He did, however, reward us with a big plate of leftover scrambled eggs. Off on a walk! Later. -Lacey

Hello, World. It's Lacey here! Mom finally let me get a blog. I've been asking for one for a while now. All of my friends at obedience class have one! I bet you all are wondering who I am. Well, I'll tell you. I'm a little 5-year-old (almost 6, but who's counting) whippet girl. I live in Cincinnati, Ohio with my mixed-species family. My human mom is Catherine. She's a dance teacher. She likes to do leaps all over the house. My human dad's name is Rom. He does not do leaps all over the house (thankfully), but he does love video games!

Then there are my canine brother and sisters. First, there's Kayla Wiggles. She's a Super-Mutt! By "super-mutt" I mean "super-weird-looking." She actually has two different sized ears! Then, there's Wager the Whippet. He's a goofy old show whippet. He doesn't even chase bunnies! What a goof! Madden's my little sister. She's a daddy's girl, and a lazy-bones. That's why my human parents call her "Bones" most of the time. My little sis sure is a Champion Couch Napper! As of last October, she's also an ASFA Champion Fake Bunny Chaser (aka Field Champion). Last, there's my very own granddaughter, Allie-Bean. Well, her name's just Allie, but we think it's too short. Allie-Bean sounds better. Allie only lives with us part of the year, thank goodness. She is a nut-ball. She's got more energy than a firecracker! She sure does love to chase the bunny. She definitely got that from me.

Now that I've told you about my family, I bet you are wondering why (human) Mom let me have a blog and not my sisters and brother. I'll be honest. It's because I'm so smart. Yes, I'm a smarty-pants. Sometimes, I hear Mom tell people that me being so smart is not necessarily a good thing, but I just can't figure out why. What's the matter with tactfully organizing a mission to get the entire container of chocolate chip cookies off the counter and into the living room without making a sound? Mom's hoping that this blog will be a great creative outlet for me. Also, I think she wanted me to start a blog so all of her friends can log on and read about how great I am, and all of the exciting things I get to do. I am a ASFA Field Champion, a Delta Society Pet Partner, a Canine Good Citizen, a rally dog, an obedience dog, and a very, very fast race dog. Well, that last part may not be entirely true (unless you're comparing me to a beagle), but I do love to race!

Well, I'd better get back to my nap. Talk to you later! -Lacey