As you probably know if you read my daughter's blog, she and her friend adopted a retired Greyhound. She brought "Giles" home to visit this week. I don't know exactly what I was expecting, but this dog is BIG. He comes almost to my waist to the top of his back, and is LONG! Of course, he pretty long legged, too. Lean, and all muscle! And extremely spoiled already.
Greyhounds that have been racers, are not "people" dogs. They are raised in "posh" kennels, travel in "posh" accommodations, and so forth. Giles was a racer. A successful one, at that. During his racing career, he was a winner several times, and won "place" or "show" even more. Then, during a race, he broke both back feet (paws). That ended his career. Instead of putting him down, as they often do, he was treated, and put in foster care with the GPA chapter in Indianapolis, and has since become a real "loverboy". The rest is history. LOL!
Having Giles here for the last few hours has made me reconsider getting a dog. I know now that I don't want one full time. To have him visit is a treat for me and hopefully him, too. But, it's too much responsibility for me on a full time basis. And, I was thinking either Lab or Golden, but have also decided that my house is simply too small for a LARGE dog.
So, Giles can come visit me on a very temp basis, and I will enjoy the time he is here. But, he answered one big question for me. I guess, at heart, I am just not a pet person.