UPDATE on Angle Whippet 3/07:
I am sorry to report that Angel is not doing very well. The lipomas have been growing like mad. I took her in for her checkup and the vet found some very aggressive melanomas that are not operable. And there are several spots on her lungs, too.
Angel does not have a lot of time left, but nobody knows how much. Could be a month, or as much as a year. Right now she seems reasonably comfortable and happy. She is eating regularly (and stealing whatever she can). As long as she is not in pain and has a good quality of life, I will be grateful for every day she is here.
UDATE on ANGEL WHIPPET: 04/06
For those of you who remember Angel, the close to 80 pound Whippet bitch that was delivered to Mary at the park during a race practice....here is a current photo.
Pam Barker, mom of several Greyhounds, has done wonders with her. It has taken a couple of years, but if you remember what she looked like, how depressed and close to death she was, you will be thrilled to see this photo of Angel, now. I know it made my day.
UPDATE on ANGEL WHIPPET: 2/06
Angel is now a svelt 32 lbs!
...and she has a new name: Angel Bird Killer of Yucca Valley. Her owner reports:
Last summer she caught, killed and ate a bluejay. I saw her do it. And she must be snacking between meals because I found some fresh feet and feathers when I did some poop patrol.
Good hunting, Angel!
UPDATE on ANGEL WHIPPET: 2/05
ANGEL is 37 lbs and jumps in and out of her mommy's van and can keep up with her Greyhound brother and sister in Yucca Valley.
Angel is now a permanent member of her foster home. She clearly adores her "mom". Thank you Pam, from everyone who has seen her, for loving and caring for this wonderful dog who was as close to dying as anything we have ever seen.
Angel Update 12/04
Here is a photo of Angel (lower right) with her Grey Hound pals. We hear that she is the leader of the pack!
Angel Update 10/2004
I just want to let you know that Angel has turned into a first-class whippet. She schemes to get what she wants. A guest and I were sitting in a pair of recliners one evening. Angel kept going to the door and to my friend and to me and back again, whimpering all the time. My friend got up to let her out. The little twit turns away from the door and makes a mad dash for the recliner and leaps into it. What a sneak! And, of course, I couldn't correct her because we were both laughing too hard. And all this from Miss I-can't-possibly-get-into-the-van-without-help.
She is very close to her goal. She weighed in this week at 43.9 pounds. And she is really looking like a whippet now instead of that miserably unhappy, obese dog that moved into my home originally.