[gplus count=”true” size=”Medium” ]We floated in that anticipatory space of waiting to hear from the greyhound adoption folks about the ex-racer that they had picked for us. What could we do to make the most of this interim time?
We bought a crate and we got estimates for what it would cost to fence our very spacious side yard. We got excited.
Three weeks after that firstphone call with Annie, we heard from her again. Our dog, a three year old, fawn male named Comanche was ready for transport. Two ex-racing greyhounds, ours and a female, would make the first leg of the transport from New Hampshire into central New York. They would be temporarily housed with a volunteer who lived just outside of Utica, NY. Someone would need to drive the last part of the transport so that the female would end up in Buffalo where she was going to be placed in a pet home.
We lived in the middle, Utica was a two hour drive east down the New York state thru-way. Buffalo was just under two hours west. Could we help out?
Two days later we were on the road heading east. Ripening corn fields stretched out on either side of the interstate and morning mists were just beginning to lift as the early morning rays of the sun began to warm up. Exiting the thru-way just under two hours after we’d left home, we headed south on a two-lane country road. We were looking for a log home set back from the road about the distance of five-six football fields placed end-to-end.
Another 20 minutes and we pulled onto a well-marked, carefully tended dirt driveway, rumbled past a good-sized, man-made pond and pulled up in front of the house. The front door banged open and a woman with a wide, welcoming smile on her face, stepped out to meet us. This was Connie. She would become one of my best friends over the next 7 years as we both fell head-over-heels in love with ex-racing greyhounds.
Connie was a walking, talking dog encyclopedia and she was (and still is) a Doberman fancier. She and her dobes had earned all kinds of obedience titles over the years and she had been figuring out dog behavior all of her life. What Connie didn’t know about dogs wasn’t worth knowing.
She and I were newbies about the characteristics of sighthounds. Neither one of us had ever lived with one. However, Connie, a veteran of AKC dog shows, had at least seen the various breeds that are in the sighthound family. And, she was about to introduce me to my second ex-racing greyhound.