About 30 years ago, my tree hugging cousin “rescued” a greyhound. She lived in a restored home in Springfield. I remember her bringing it home and taking it off the leash in the front yard. That thing took off like a bat out of hell! EventualIy disappeared in the distance.
About 30 years ago, my tree hugging cousin “rescued” a greyhound. She lived in a restored home in Springfield. I remember her bringing it home and taking it off the leash in the front yard. That thing took off like a bat out of hell! EventualIy disappeared in the distance.
I bet it’s still running today!
A good friend of mine’s parents adopted one. Fortunately they had a large fenced in back yards. They’d let her out in the yard and she would run in big circles around the perimeter. She was a sweet dog once she got her run in. Neurotic as hell if she didn’t.
