Ack!

Today we finally get to drive up the coast (it’s icy cold, but we are going anyway) to look at the greyhounds at the closest adoption/rescue place.

They have four available, but the one that is okay with cats and small animals (we sometimes babysit my brother’s wiener dog) is an adorable black hound, just four years old.

She has never been in a house, never been with a family. Our last grey had been adopted and brought back FOUR TIMES so he was more familiar with things like glass doors, mirrors and stairs (greyhounds often have never experienced those things), but he had terrible separation anxiety.

She was injured while racing and was not treated, so she has some soft tissue damage on one leg, and limps sometimes. She looks adorable in the photo. We are trying not to decide in advance but she is awfully cute and the website says she’s a goofball clown.

I am excited. An afternoon visiting greyhounds? Yes, please!

We won’t get to take one home, you have to do an application and a home check first. But we are excited to at least meet her!

Wish us luck!