Wanted to do a Remembrance of my Cody girl - it's a few days early so I won't forget to do it on the 28th...
I picked up Cody when she was 4, from the same haul as some friends' 2nd grey. When I got her home, I called them and said "I have my greyhound!" and they said "Which crate was she in?" I said - the end one on the top... and there was silence! I found out LATER that Cody was the loudest one there when they went to pick out Cleo!! SHe wouldn't stop barking and scratching at the front of the crate - and she had one PIERCING bark too!! (Didn't read the rule books, I guess...)
Anyway, after being told she'd be fine with my cat, I took her home & inside the house- and good thing she was on leash with a muzzle 'cause she LUNGED at the cat, staring & drooling! (If I'd known then what I know now, I'd probably have returned her that day...) She was VERY hard to cat-train - took years and years and even then, they only had a truce!
She was my first dog (and my only so far) - and what a good girl she was! (Apart from the cat, the leather-chewing, the counter surfing... um.. well, she was MOSTLY good! ) She was a top notch roacher, huge chatterer and whoofer-of-jowls (and those are what I still miss most...), loved her walks (3 times a day no matter the weather), LOVED food (even though, with her stomach, she couldn't eat very many things!), loved rides in the car, HATED wearing Halloween costumes, and was a great first!!
I do still miss her but it's with a fond smile now (at least if I can avoid thinking about her last week... everyone here will understand that without elaboration...) and someday she'll show me my new grey - just not right now!
Keep runnin' free at the bridge, Cody girl - and show all the newbies around, eh?
(I'll add pix once I'm at work - easier there...)
Edited.. 'cause I spelled her name wrong in the title!! (typo I didn't catch when I re-read the post..)