Fenix is 3 today!

Our very special boy, the cutest greyhound in the whole World named Fenix is 3 years old. Well, we celebrate his birthday today because that is the date our vet wrote into his passport after seeing him for the first time.

The story of his is long and the starts extremely sad, but with happy ending. Here is a video about it.

We got Fenix as we felt that Chekhov could do with a friend, since the dogs in area were all very small and rather scared of our gentle giant. DAWG in Cork Ireland has pick his brother unintentionally themselves when they asked people at SWT (Sighthound Welfare Trust) to suggest names for the 5 puppies they rescued together with their mum. We suggested Fenix (just different spelling of Phoenix) since the puppies were re-born when rescued not just once but twice as they spend couple of weeks on the edge between life and death at the vets.

Well, DAWG, what were we supposed to do, but to adopt the wee black thing after you named him for us?

So after spending some weeks awaiting the necessary paperwork (DEFRA rules) Dag went to pick Tiny F. from dear friend who volunteered to foster for us. They arrived late at night and I could not even see him in the dark. He was scared and tired.

The minute he walked through the doors, we knew he will be just fine. He tried sofa and our bed and seemed to be well enough satisfied with quality of his future sleeping spaces.

His big brother Chekhov was checking on him for 2 days nonstop. Sniffing him, licking his ears, sleeping next to him and looking for him at all time. We knew they were made for one another as much as Fenix was made for us. How could we ever do without that little mad pup with HUGE almond eyes I never know, but he is here now.

And Hypothyroidism? Yes, we do have to go for blood test every 3 months and F. takes regularly his pills, but that is no price to pay for best friend.

There is no fun without you around Fenix,

We love you!

Happy birthday

Chekhov and your humans