"Wait, you're getting what?"
When I told my family that I had decided to adopt a retired racing greyhound, the general response was that of confusion. Why would I get a greyhound? What a random and out of the blue choice,
She was smaller for a greyhound, "only" 56 pounds just about to turn 3 and they described her as a happy girl, always wagging her tail. I knew she was the one for me. And their description was almost perfect. She is the happiest of girls and that tail does a lot of wagging. But there is so much more about Gemma that I love. She is the sweetest and most gentle dog.She's the most well-behaved, well-tempered dog. Family has even said she's essentially just a giant stuffed animal because of how easy she is. She loves her people and I've always called her my little velcro dog because she is usually stuck right to my side or someone else's. She's quirky. Her ears can tell me how she's feeling with their ever changing positions. She's nervous and anxious about new places. And she hates to be left.
"You're getting what?"- what everyone said when I first told them about Gemma. But now, every single one of them agrees- she was the best choice I could ever make.
She's been with me through all the things over the last 7 years. She's got more grey on her face than when we first met, and she doesn't move quite as fast but she is still every bit the sweet, happy girl she was the day I picked her up and brought her home.