Most of the people who own a greyhound don't know a lot of other people in their area who own a greyhound, unless they happen to live in a really populated area. So, when you do see another one, you get all shades of excited. You see, greyhounds are slightly snobbish. I attribute it to the fact that they were once only good enough for royalty. Whatever it is, most greyhounds are quite fine with other dogs, but when they are around other greyhounds, they really turn on. They are used to being in the company of other greyhounds and nothing else until they retire. What they must think when the get their first view of a Labrador, Chihuahua or Siberian Husky is beyond me. I do know that all of our greyhounds have had a deep fixation with our good friends' German Shepard. They'll spend countless minutes just inhaling his fur. I suspect they might have hair envy, but I'm glad they're a short-coated breed. So is my Dyson. In any event, it's great fun for greyhound owners to meet other greyhound owners and it's often a rare occurance.
This leads to my revelation. Greyhound owners are stalkers. If we are driving down the road and spot another person walking other greyhounds, you are in much more danger than if we've just left Happy Hour and are texting while driving. It often results in quickly applied brakes while we try to figure out how to get across four lanes of traffic to stop the person and ask about their dogs. Greyhound owners will always talk about their dogs, trust me on this. Nobody is a stranger when you find out they also own a grey.
Such was my position the other night on the way home from work. I've been really sick this week, and so was moving a bit slow on the way home. I stopped to do a bit of necessary shopping and grab dinner since Mr. Taleteller had to go to a meeting Tuesday night. I was sluggishly making my way home later than usual. That's when I saw them, a pair of greyhounds being walked by a man. I was past the lane where I could stop to turn and go back to ask about the brindle and black hounds. I looked around. There wasn't a good place to turn around and get back, and I figured that by the time I could go back, they'd be long gone. I've really been wanting to meet some other greyhounds locally that the girls could play with. I was so disappointed that I'd missed them.
So, I did what any good greyhound person would do. I found a reason to go by late again the next night. No sign of them, but maybe someday I'll prevail. I'm sure there are twelve step programs for us greyhound nuts, but nobody wants the cure!
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