Ten years ago, our first Greyhound entered our lives. Treat was a model dog, the kind that spoils you for all others. Everything with her just seemed so easy, and even her battle with epilepsy didn't diminish her standing in our eyes. Through her, I met some of the most wonderful other people -- all fellow Greyhound owners. Honestly, there aren't any nicer people anywhere. I've seen them come together for all kinds of reasons. There were GURs, or Greyhound transports, long before I heard about other breeds doing so. I experienced so many new things through her. We joined message boards online, began doing therapy dog visits, went to meet and greets to help other Greyhounds have homes and traveled to places with and because of the dogs that we'd never have gone before.
Rusty, K and R.
We just learned that Karletje's dad passed away yesterday. It's been a while since he and his mom, Anya have blogged, due to his dad's health, but I'm sure they would appreciate some comfort and support right now at this difficult time.