Three years ago today, we adopted Gravy and were initiated into a special club: we became greyhound people. I can't imagine my life without Gravy, and yet I can't believe he's already been a part of our family for three years.
It's true that all greyhounds are special dogs - if you've never met a retired racer, you're missing out. In spite of their questionable pasts on the racetrack, retired greyhounds are the most gentle, quiet, loyal, and loving dogs you could ask for. They say that greyhounds are like chips - you can't have just one. And while I can't imagine my life without a greyhound in it, I know we hit the jackpot with Gravy on the first try - we already have the best one.
Gravy and me, October 19, 2008 - the day after his adoption.
Gravy's second day - "Helllllooooo, ladies!" (Well, make yourself at home, big boy!)
Within a couple weeks, he had the whole retirement thing down pat. "Sunshine on my weiner? Yes, please!"
Gravy's first Christmas. Spoiled rotten. "Who? Me?"
Gravy and Larry running, March 2009. "Try and keep up with me, doughboy!"sense of humor and a silly streak. He loves new experiences, loves seeing the world and meeting people, and is always ready for the next adventure...
"Don't worry, Mama - I'll protect you from this big scary spider!"
Here's the story of Gravy's adoption, which I wrote on his first Gotcha Day:
Me and Gravy . February 2009