
I believe in the magic of greyhounds. You will, too, after reading the Greyhound Guide and locating an adoption group near you.
Smart, sweet, calm and loving, these elegant dogs will change your life. They changed mine.
It was 1987. My East Coast corporate life was all consuming. To get away from it all, my afghan hound, Jezebel, and I took a four hour road trip to Vermont in my cherry red, Karmann Ghia convertible.
I thought attending a refresher obedience course, under the blue Vermont skies, would be fun. Jezebel, ten, thought NOT. She took one look at the puppies in the class, and sashayed her little butt over to a tree and laid down. Shaking my head, I started over to sit with her. Then this van pulled up. Two of the skinniest, stylish, stunning creatures peered out from the van doors. Running over, I touched my first greyhound. My AH-HA moment, and I've been touched ever since. In 1993, I ditched my corporate job, sold everything I owned, and traveled West, with my greyhound Slim. My story continues ...
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