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What dog do you own?
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sneha, MORE greyhound pix, please...
My local rescue has a young lurcher. He's a greyhound without the gracefulness, by the looks of him - big, angular, rough-coated lunk of a dog. He might not be too smart, either. But he is beyond handsome in a cute-puppy-face way and an I-might-eventually-grow-into-this-body way.
Wish I was at a stable enough point in my life that I could commit to another dog for ten years, but that ain't the way it is right now.
Cool! When your life is more settled pick one up as they make great companions.
Yup. I think you'll find a photo of our late great Indydog earlier in this thread. He was the most sensitive, loving dog ever. He was also a gracious host to the steady procession of foster dogs we had over the years, and the many visitors who came and went while their people went on vacation.
We flunked with another greyhound after Indy died. We were such experienced greyhound people that we didn't think there was a way we could possibly have a failed adoption, but we did. It took three more tries before that guy finally found a home. We felt terrible, but we did EVERYTHING we could do, and his anxiety was so out of control. When I was poking around online and found the lurcher, I saw that Alex had been diagnosed with bone cancer. He had been returned to the adoption agency after yet another home trauma. He became one of their 'forever fosters,' and died in January.
RIP, Alex. I wish we could have helped you.
This is Hunter
Of course the only thing he's ever hunted is a warm blankie, but he's a good little guy.
Of course the only thing he's ever hunted is a warm blankie, but he's a good little guy.
sneha, MORE greyhound pix, please...
My local rescue has a young lurcher. He's a greyhound without the gracefulness, by the looks of him - big, angular, rough-coated lunk of a dog. He might not be too smart, either. But he is beyond handsome in a cute-puppy-face way and an I-might-eventually-grow-into-this-body way.
Wish I was at a stable enough point in my life that I could commit to another dog for ten years, but that ain't the way it is right now.
Also just to give you an idea of how fast these dogs are. This is not mine but someone else's grey hitting 46 mph.
My baby girl Katie, with my daughters toy pup named "doggie". She is getting more creative, but what do you expect for 3 yrs old?
Nice video, sneha... but that sort of thing always scares me, no matter whose dog it is. I know Indy had no road sense and no directional sense. He got loose twice and he was captured both times within half an hour. Those were very long minutes.
I remember the first time we saw Indy really run. A town north of here has a school with a huge fenced grassy area - and only one gate. We would go there early on Sunday mornings a couple of times each summer with seven or eight dogs. Muzzle the dogs, bring extra humans and station them at intervals, and let the fun begin. We hadn't had Indy more than a month when the first of these outings occurred. The dominant dog in the group, Nick, was about six years old and raced for quite awhile in Class B. Indy was four and been retired for some time because although he was blazing fast, he'd get out in front and then turn around and tell everybody about it.
Nick was loping along and Indy must have thought 'this might be fun,' because he took off after him. Nick felt him coming and broke into a sprint. Indy chased him down, overtook, and got out in front and barked in Nick's face. Nick didn't like this much and feathers were ruffled to the extent that the humans had to get involved.
Here is Indy in a more usual pose, curled up with his pet snake.
I remember the first time we saw Indy really run. A town north of here has a school with a huge fenced grassy area - and only one gate. We would go there early on Sunday mornings a couple of times each summer with seven or eight dogs. Muzzle the dogs, bring extra humans and station them at intervals, and let the fun begin. We hadn't had Indy more than a month when the first of these outings occurred. The dominant dog in the group, Nick, was about six years old and raced for quite awhile in Class B. Indy was four and been retired for some time because although he was blazing fast, he'd get out in front and then turn around and tell everybody about it.
Nick was loping along and Indy must have thought 'this might be fun,' because he took off after him. Nick felt him coming and broke into a sprint. Indy chased him down, overtook, and got out in front and barked in Nick's face. Nick didn't like this much and feathers were ruffled to the extent that the humans had to get involved.
Here is Indy in a more usual pose, curled up with his pet snake.
Nice shot of Indy. Reminds me a lot of Chase but with a bit more brindle. Do you know his father?
I agree with you. I would personally would never let my dog run along side my car like that. The dog seems stick to his lane and does not try to venture towards the car. Chase would be running right along side trying herd and nip the mirror.
I agree with you. I would personally would never let my dog run along side my car like that. The dog seems stick to his lane and does not try to venture towards the car. Chase would be running right along side trying herd and nip the mirror.
I can do better than just knowing his father:
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Indy was the Best Dog Ever. He loved to ride in the car and went on a 6-week trip with us. He remembered places he'd only been once. He was a good host for our foster dogs. He was beyond gentle with infants and very young children. He liked to swim (on leash, of course). And if you couldn't find both of your slippers, he'd be keeping it warm in his crate. I think his record was six shoes (non-matching) in there with him.
