I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips…
June 13th, 2006 by timelady
…straining upon the start.
We were so saddened by the loss of our beloved Charlie, the wonder dog. He was a magic boy, but he began to suffer, and the vet discovered he had haemophilia, and it was severe. He began bleeding internally, and we faced the agonising choice of having to let him go rather than suffer. So, April 1, 2006, sweet Charlie left us..
The magic boy we had before Charlie was a wonderous greyhound called Snoopy, that we adopted from the Greyhound Adoption Program (see Links in Sidebar). So once we had healed a bit, still sad, we decided to try again for a greyhound. Our wonderful boy, Prancer, (born Xmas Eve, guess the names of the rest of the litter - *hint* Vixen, Dasher….), and he is big and gentle and warm and tolerant and loving, and we cant rave enough about him. He is even slacker than we remember greyhounds being, and is an indulged and adored member of the family.
