Kilroy Was Here

Kilroy
July 22, 2010 to February 15, 2024

Kilroy was born “Wink Martindale” and enjoyed an extended racing career in West Palm Beach, FL. Though not a prolific winner, he had a champion’s drive, mindset, and ego.

Life really began when he retired in March 2015. Trading his muzzle for cozy accommodations in Falls Church, VA, he acclimated to homelife with the doting, somewhat obsessive support of A and B. He quickly gained neighborhood fame with his cheerful and goofy demeanor. Everyone wanted to meet Kilroy, and Kilroy wanted to meet everyone. He took his job as neighborhood Mayor very seriously.

He moved to Culpeper, VA in 2018 and happily lived in a single-story house with a fenced-in backyard for the rest of his days. In 2019 he nonchalantly became “Big Brother” and dutifully ignored, but sometimes enjoyed, his Little Brother (especially when Little A became a bedside treat dispenser). He quickly amassed fans and went to great lengths to charm and amuse our friends and neighbors.

He meant so much to so many people.

He loved luxury beds, sunning himself on “back porch,” people water, car rides, bacon grease, “egg crust,” treat-treats, and most of all, being adored.

Kilroy was the greyhound we dreamed of, and the type of greyhound we didn’t know existed. His combination of zest and laziness was utterly charming and perfect for our family. We are heartbroken but truly lucky and honored to have seen Kilroy prance through the majority of his 13 years.

We love you, Kilroy Buddy, and we know you’re having plenty of rooing sessions with your Grandma “Treat Lady” in Heaven!

Perfect 10

Happy Birthday to Kilroy, the sweetest, most laid back, most uptight, most ambivalent, most opinionated, liveliest, laziest, silliest, most serious, most amazing greyhound ever!

 

Nine & Feeling Fine

Kilroy Kringle

Fear not: Kilroy is alive and well!

He’s nine-years-old now and is completely acclimated to home life, so much so that we don’t really have much else to say about adjusting from track life to home life.

But, Kilroy has had to do a different type of adjusting lately…. to BIG BROTHER!

Typically greyhound, Kilroy is a docile creature who has proven to be great with the baby.  By “great,” I mean he mostly ignores his human brother.

It has been a bit confusing for Kilroy to go from being first to second priority (if you couldn’t tell, Kilroy was completely doted upon). He’s still very low-maintenance physically and his propensity to nap for the majority of the day has certainly made it easier for B and me to focus on our newborn. Greyhounds are very emotional creatures, however, and there are probably times when Kilroy suffers from pangs of silent jealousy. But don’t worry–he still gets ample walkies, treats, and pets, and usually gets what he wants otherwise!

There has also been some confusion about the difference between dog toys and baby toys. Greyhounds love soft things and have a tendency to “steal” items of interest so it’s not uncommon to find something of the baby’s on one of Kilroy’s several beds. Fortunately, we find his thievery endearing.

Kilroy’s Kingdom

As a race dog, and then a city dog, Kilroy had no idea what he was missing: his own yard.

Our new place has a small fenced-in back yard, which is huge for our standards after the little back patio we had in our Arlington townhouse.

Kilroy took an immediate liking to his new yard but was still stuck in his old back porch routine: pee quickly and rush back in to bed.

Over the course of the past week and a half, Kilroy has been getting more comfortable and spending progressively more time in his yard.

Yesterday, he figured out that back yards aren’t just for peeing: he can poop out there, too!

And now….he’s in no hurry to come back inside!

The gang’s all here

Moving day went well. 

The whole family is happy and getting settled….stay tuned!

  

There’s no place like home

Kilroy’s Kingdom is unraveling around him.

Moving day is rapidly approaching and his people are fluttering around in an unusual frenzy. Boxes are piling up, furniture is being dismantled, and there are all sorts of strange sounds.

Kilroy understands that something big is happening and his reaction has been to cling to his sense of safety: his beds.

He’s surprisingly cool and relaxed when in the safe spaces of his beds, as long as they are in the right places. But, sensing some sort of impending doom, he is reluctant to leave the security of those spots upstairs and, when we can get him away, he makes every attempt to scurry back.

B and I understand Kilroy’s reaction to the physical upheaval in our household and the startling changes in our routine and behavior.  Dogs are very sensitive (greyhounds, especially) and the uncertainty associated with change is very traumatic for dogs. We are going with the flow of his anxiety, as best we can.

Kilroy has essentially become a shut-in.  He doesn’t want to leave the upstairs (especially considering his issue with the stairs) which is fine, except for the necessities of eating/drinking and peeing/pooping.

His elevated feeding station is downstairs and he  rushes by it in order to get back upstairs, so he wasn’t getting the hydration or nourishment he needs.  To make sure he gets what he needs, we have been delivering food and water to his bedside.  Of course, room service only exacerbates the issue, but I won’t allow him to become dehydrated or any skinnier than he is. We’re only here for a few more days.

Walkies has become a definite issue.  It’s getting to the point where he is refusing to get out of bed (especially for evening walkies). He freaks out (shakes, nose drips) and it’s often difficult to get him away from the house and down the drive.  He will pee once, turn on his paw, and attempt to scurry home. It takes great effort to get him to poop.

Here’s hoping his new house hits Kilroy’s reset button.

Greyhound sigh.

Greyt 8

Happy Birthday, Kilroy!

Kilroy’s special day began with a doggy donut.

Naturally, there were gifts—refill packs for his Kool Collar.

And for dessert, some Frosty Paws ice cream.

Here’s to another year of the world revolving around Kilroy….!

Kilroy’s Kriteria

The self-appointed “Mayor of East Falls Church” is expanding his territory.  Kilroy and his humans are soon moving to Central Virginia!

It can be difficult to find a new place to meet all of a family’s criteria. Location, square footage, cost, amenities, condition, pet-friendliness, timeline…it’s rare to get everything you need and want in a new home, especially in a rental home.

I’m picky and B is cheap, so house hunting is always somewhat of an ordeal. But our expectations are nothing compared to the ironically particular needs developed by our low-maintenance greyhound:

1. Single-story. Kilroy mastered our stairs after a month of retiring.  But he has developed problems descending the stairs due to some eyesight issues as he ages (see What goes up….) . It’s an ordeal every time to herd him down the stairs so, for Kilroy’s safety and our own sanity, our next place must have the living area and the pack den (master bedroom) on the same level.
2. Fenced-in yard. As a semi-city dog with only a small patio, all of Kilroy’s serious business (poopies!) requires real walkies. As the U.S. Postal Service says, “Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays [this dog] from the swift completion of [his] appointed rounds.” Kilroy is often averse to being forced out into Virginia’s climate of extremes, and his humans don’t enjoy it, either. So he needs some green space to do his business when walkies aren’t ideal.
3. Tall fence. Greyhounds are flight risks and require 6-foot fencing.  Kilroy is part Tigger (spring loaded) and regularly demonstrates his ability to jump very high. It would probably never occur to him to attempt an escape, but we’re not going to find out.
4. Mostly carpeted. Kilroy has a thing about floors. Shiny floors are especially scary and he has a tendency to slip around, especially when he’s excited or scared.  Having carpet throughout will allow him to navigate the new place without fear, saving us all sanity and money spent on rugs.
5. Big dog friendly. The majority of landlords we’ve encountered in our search refuse to even consider pets, and those who will consider allowing a dog often set a weight limit. On paper, a 65-pound dog seems huge and, therefore, destructive.  In reality, greyhounds are little-big dogs and one of the best breeds for the indoors. We had to do some negotiation and provide references for Kilroy to prove that he is no threat to people or property.

Amazingly, and after months of searching, we finally found a place to live.  In fact, we secured the only Kilroy-friendly rental house in town.

Fortunately, the house is perfect for me and B, too.

Greyhound sigh.

GREYHOUND should always be in all caps!

Kilroy’s Kloset

Some people have a walk-in closet.

Not to brag, but…I have a dog-in closet.

This Spring was especially rainy. Rain means certain doom for Kilroy, as his storm panic  overtakes him for hours, days, and even weeks during Virginia’s rainy season. And it’s led to an even skinnier greyhound–he doesn’t eat when he’s scared and he shakes uncontrollably which, I assume, burns through those doggy calories.

When the weather gets scary, Kilroy tries to escape into an enclosed safe space, like a doggy duck-and-cover. His newest safe spaces are between the bed and the wall and in my closet!

He found comfort in the closet and, when the storm passed, he decided the closet was pretty darn cozy.  So comfy, in fact, that he moved in permanently!

Now he has 2 beds in the pack den to choose from.

Lucky dog…how does he get away with it?

Kilr-update

Kilroy’s humans have gotten somewhat behind in reporting his moods and adventures.

Life has basically been more of the same for Kilroy in retirement…mostly sleep and developing new peculiarities.

Here are some highlights from the past few months…

It occurs to me that many of Kilroy’s highlights are various sleeping configurations. But…that’s life with a greyhound!