Saturday, June 18, 2011

One Adopted Greyhound At A Time

It's been over twenty years since I met my first greyhounds up close in the back of my vet's office as they waited for or recovered from spay and neuter procedures. So stoic - and quiet - they sat in the kennels, seemingly oblivious to the chaotic barking and crying from the other dogs and cats.

I love big dogs, married a man who felt the same, and an adopted greyhound became our wedding present to each other. Bubbles was the best, a lovely ambassador of the breed, and a perfect 'first

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