Celebrating Mickey

One day old Baby Mickey

I remember the day as if it were yesterday. Our dear friend Nancy called and said “I have something I haven’t had in a long time.” She knew how much I loved the white and black greyhounds, the cow dogs. The very next day we were in the car and on our way up to Gresham to see the baby cow dog. Of course it was love at first sight. Of course we all knew that when he retired from his racing career, he would be coming home to Greyhound Gardens.

Three week old Mickey

And so, we watched that cute little dog grow. He was a shy puppy, just like little kids he watched to make sure he was safe, and he was. He was destined to have a long and happy life with us.

Two month old Mickey

He became more beautiful and sweet as he grew. Life happened and we didn’t get up to see him as much and before we knew it he was off to the race tracks in Florida as KNT Wings O’ Fire. We worried as every momma does, but we knew he was in the best hands possible and we knew that as soon as he was done racing, he would make his way back to Oregon.

Of course, Mickey was a party boy and he had zero to no interest in racing, so it didn’t take long before we got the call to bring him home.

Karen and I had been taking turns flying out to Florida to fly the retired racers home. This time it was Karen’s turn to fly.

Retired racer Mickey

On February 20, 2008 our incredibly beautiful boy flew back to Oregon. Oh my goodness, what a handsome boy he was.

Portrait of a cow dog

I was mesmerized by his beauty and thrilled to have our cow dog home. Mickey was tested and was one of our blood donors. Back then, we were on call. When the vet clinic needed blood, Mickey ever so generously donated his blood. He really didn’t enjoy going places with people, but oh how he loved to run and chase on the acre. It was his happy place.

One toy, one happy boy.

He loved his toys and for him, we could toss the toys for hours. He’d bring them back for just one more toss. Running around the acre though, chasing squirrels and birds were his favorite games and almost to the very end, he was out there on squirrel patrol.

Garden Mickey.

Living with Mickey, I never realized how gray his muzzle got over the years. To me, he was still the most beautiful greyhound in the world. He never ever lost his love for the acre or his love for life. As long as he had his family, he was just a really happy dog.

Senior Mickey

On September 11, Mickey celebrated his 13th birthday. We always feel like we’re doing pretty good when we get a greyhound to between 13 and 14 years old. But this guy was so vital, so strong, so full of life. I just knew in my heart he was going to celebrate his next birthday.

Last weekend though, his hind-end started to give in. We thought maybe the cold weather was affecting him and gave it a couple of days. All of our hopes weren’t enough. By mid-week it was pretty clear that Mickey was not going to be able to get past this. He couldn’t run and play and open the back door like he could the week before. It happened so fast.

Karen and I are firm believers in quality over quantity.

Today, we said good bye to our bouncing baby cow dog. Goodnight my sweet baby Mickey. I will love you forever and cherish the piece of my heart that holds you.


KNT Wings O’ Fire • September 11, 2005–November 16, 2018

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Santa Paws is coming to Salem in August

Really, truly? Santa Paws is coming in August?

Last I heard from Santa Paws, it was 116° in Arizona. Even for the jolly ol’ elf, it was a tad bit toasty. He’s coming to Oregon in August to escape the heat. In return, we hope the temps aren’t too hot for his red velvet suit.

We have two dates set aside for Santa Paws. Both days will be on our fenced acre with a couple of different settings that each little mini-session will move between.


Dates: Saturday, August 25 and Sunday, August 26
Time: 10 am to 3 pm
Location: 2075 Hollywood Dr. NE, Salem, OR
Cost: $50, non-refundable and paid at the time of booking
Includes: 15–20 minute session with Santa Paws, online gallery of five images to choose from, one high resolution digital image, one low resolution image (same image as high resolution)
Add-ons: double-sided ornaments, prints, holiday cards, metal prints and maybe a few surprises

Book your session today

Santa Paws moved to Arizona three years ago. Every year I think it might be his last trip to Oregon and then, because I’ve been a good little girl he surprises me and says he’ll be back. The way I see it, you’ve got two choices. You can book one more session to add to your Santa Paws collection or, if this is your first time, start your memories now.

Call Holly at 503-999-1926 or email her at holly@terrijacobson.com to book an appointment.

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There’s a new predator in town

Bald eagle

In search of dinner   

We are pretty darn protective of our chickens. When the neighborhood hawks perch in nearby trees or the trees on our property, we quickly get them tucked back into the safety of their coop and run.

I watched as this beauty swooped down into the wetlands that is behind our property. At first I thought it was a really big hawk and headed for the chicken yard. He disappeared and since we were out in the garden putting in our first color of the year, we left them out. Shortly after that we watched as he landed in the field next to us accompanied by a juvenile eagle. At that point I ran to get my camera and once again he disappeared.

Maybe an hour later, he was back soaring over the skies above us. He landed in one of the tall fir trees across the street. And this time, as he took off and flew over our property, I was ready.

Coolest thing ever. We call him the Urban Eagle. I honestly have no idea where he came from or if he’s even sticking around. But for us, it was poetry in motion watching him fly overhead.

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The huntress

Cat behind the ivy

Merebear peaking out of the ivy.   

We really don’t have any idea how she is, maybe 14? Maybe 16? We adopted her from a group that found her in a barn to keep our old cat Juliass company. He was a really social cat and loved having friends. Merebear on the other hand really has no appreciation for friends. We lost Juliass last year to cancer and Merebear, much to her satisfaction has been an only kitty since then.

She is, without a doubt the hardest cat I have ever tried to photograph. She doesn’t like to look up. This is almost a once-in-a-lifetime photo of her.

Karen had Scottish Fold cats long before I met her and when Merebear appeared on an adoption site, I knew she was Karen’s kitty.

This is the cat that snores at night like a freight train is going through the house. She drools like the faucet is running full force when she’s getting attention and she purrs with a motor that would rival the Indy 500.

In the beginning she wanted nothing to do with us. Now, we’re her people, her servants.

Thanks for the opportunity to photograph you little missy.

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He watches me

Portrait of a borzoi


Behind my desk we have an old leather love seat that we picked up for a song and a dance at the Goodwill. The dogs love laying there while I work. Zip thinks it belongs to him.

He will lay there for hours just to be near me. There is something so special about being able to turn around and scratch his ears for a few minutes and return to work.

Zip and I have the connection. It seems that I have always had a big boy that is the keeper of my heart, and Zip gently holds my heart in his paws.

Tomorrow we are taking him to Oregon State University for a CT scan. He’s been crying out in pain and we can’t find the source. Last month he was Xrayed from stem to stern and there weren’t any tell tale signs so the CT scan was the next step. Before he came to live with us he took a tumble during one of his runs at lure coursing. I hope beyond hope that they come back and tell us it is just an old injury.

Oh how I love this boy.

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