You Can Feel It...She's Electric!

When Blueberry first came to live with us, she had a rather sparse coat.  That's not unusual for greyhounds.  Sometimes changing their diet helps and sometimes they're just going to have a really thin coat no matter what you do.  Lilac, her mother, has a really nice, thick coat, so I was always hoping Blueberry's might grow in some. 

A year and a half ago, when Bunny came to join us, we soon suspected that she might have food allergies.  She began to itch so badly that she scratched her neck raw one night.  So, we decided to try a food made for dogs with allergies and see what would happen. 

The results weren't what we expected, although it did help Bunny some with her allergies.  The thing Mr. Taleteller liked the most about it, though, was that Blueberry's coat grew so soft and thick that we could hardly believe that it was her.  We've joked that when she passes away that we may have to have a rug made from her pelt.  Everybody who meets her comments on how soft she is.

Lately, we've noticed something else with Blueberry's coat.  Touching her is like sticking your wet finger in a light socket.  You can feel all the little crackles flickering through her coat when you pet her, take off her coat or she rubs herself against the furniture.

Yesterday, I was sitting on the couch when Mr. Taleteller let the girls back in after their afternoon bathroom break.  After her coat was whipped off, Blueberry ran over and hopped up on the couch, gazing at me soulfully.  I smiled at her and sure enough, she started her bobble head routine and began sniffing at my lips like crazy.  I gave her a little kiss on the side of her head and then nearly fell off the couch as I was zapped with what felt like 50,000 volts of electricity.

Me:  Holy crap!  That hurt!

Mr. Taleteller:  (laughing uproariously)

Blueberry:  (looking confused)  But I love you!

Me:  It's okay, Blue!  But you shocked me!

Mr. Taleteller:  (still laughing)  Must be her shocking personality!

Blueberry:  Yeah, you can take that show on the road any day now!  Just don't quit your day job!

Me:  It's okay, I'm sure it's done now.  (At this point, I reach out to touch her again, and feel like I've been sent to the electric chair.)  Holy Mother of all that's holy!

Mr. Taleteller:  (rolling on the floor with laughter)  I think I'm gonna wet my pants!

Blueberry:  I'll start looking for a home for you...

Me:  Don't worry, Blue!  It won't last.

At this point, she turns to see what Mr. Taleteller is doing as his face turns red from laughing.  She reaches out and gently sniffs him with her wet nose.  That's when he lets out the scream of death, almost as good as the greyhounds can do.  Apparently, the only thing that shocks harder than electric greyhound fur is wet greyhound noses.

Blueberry:  And let that be a lesson to you!