It’s funny where life takes you sometimes.
Last week, I was really lamenting how much I missed Blueberry and the energy she brought to our lives. When we went up to visit the adoption kennel to visit, I really wasn’t thinking it would lead to us finding another Greyhound. Of course I had looked on their website, but they didn’t have many females, and especially not many that were close to what we were looking for. I wanted a younger dog with an outgoing personality. Most of their females were broods, and while I adored Lilac, they were just too close to Bunny’s age. Senior dogs often carry some hefty vet bills and I was leery of doubling that particular pleasure or fun in a few years.
I even asked around to a few Facebook friends who were really helpful. As I had conversations with a few of them, I began to realize something. I wasn’t just looking for any dog to fill a space, I was looking for the perfect dog to fill our space. One of the things that I’ve heard from a lot of people over the years I’ve written the blog is that they adopted or want to adopt a Greyhound because they’ve fallen in love with certain Greyhounds of ours. Some people loved Lilac and all her peccadilloes. Some people loved Blueberry because she was so pretty and funny. Others adore Bunny for her sweetness and beauty, along with her adventurous spirit. I realized that I wanted another Greyhound who would make everyone else wish that they had a Greyhound. I was thinking about what kind of dog I could take pictures of and make look beautiful.
In short, I was putting a lot of pressure on myself to find the perfect dog. I wasn’t even sure we were ready to find the perfect dog yet, but a part of me really wanted to. As I was mulling everything over, I remembered something that I have said to a lot of people who are looking for a Greyhound.
[pullquote width=300 float=left]The most beautiful Greyhound is the one on your own couch. [/pullquote]
I have always said the the color and looks of a dog are the least important things when you begin looking for a Greyhound. That doesn’t mean that people don’t have preferences and things that they like, though. I have had a dream about getting a white Greyhound since I met one many years ago, and especially after admiring some photos that a certain photographer has been taking of her white Galga for a long time. Usually, they have a little color of some kind on them somewhere, which adds a little character. I guess I’m just a sucker for dogs that are unique-looking.
We actually met a Greyhound who really fit my bill when we went to visit. She is almost solid white, and has one blue ear with just few blue spots on her other ear. On top of that, she looked and acted so much like Blueberry with a different fur suit on that it was uncanny. However, Bunny really didn’t like her. She was a big girl and she had a lot of energy. Bunny was overwhelmed. I thought she was very pretty, but I also didn’t feel the click with her that I have with most of our other special Greyhounds.
I can still remember when we went to the adoption kennel for the first time. They only had four cat safe dogs at that time, and we had two cats at home. We met a little brindle girl that day named Treat, and I can still remember the lasting impression I had of her. As they led her back to her kennel, she turned and looked back at us. That was almost fourteen years ago, and that brief image still haunts me, in the most wonderful way. She has been gone for over five years and I can still remember that first meeting.
You might be wondering why I mentioned that in this story. We also met Flattery while we were there and she seemed to really like us. When we came back to pick her up on Saturday morning, I was sitting in the office signing the paperwork we needed to adopt her. Suddenly, these two little black paws and nose appeared over the Dutch door. Flattery heard us and came to greet us instead of going outside where she was supposed to be going. I admit it, I was utterly and completely charmed by her in that moment. I already liked her, but that little gesture melted me.
So, we came home with a little black Greyhound instead of a white one. She has a little kink in the end of her tail, no doubt a result of how happy and goofy she is. She’s a second Black Tornado in our house, although not as unruly as Küster, instead of a dainty, reserved little lady. The girl is a picky eater and we will probably always have to monitor her eating and give her the good stuff. And yet, she has a stunning pair of eyes. Her little feet are adorable with the white middle toes. There are freckles in the white patch on her chest. She is inquisitive about the world and had an extremely wide funny streak.
The final result is that I didn’t find the perfect Greyhound, but I did find the perfect Greyhound for us. I think everyone out there who follows the blog will fall in love with her because we are falling in love with her. There is nothing like seeing a Greyhound discover the world, and I am excited about sharing her journey with you.