German Shepards And Greyhounds Are Different

Bunny here, writing about a few discoveries I've made about life with my new sister.

I was pretty excited to bring Morgan home with us.  I figured she was really just like me underneath with just bigger ears and a longer coat.  It turns out that I may have been mistaken about that.

We went shopping Sunday night at Petsmart.  Blueberry and I went with Mom while Morgan went with Dad.  It turns out that German Shepards don't shop like Greyhounds.  Blueberry and I like to drift down the aisles, inspecting the goods.  Some of it smells good, so we spend some extra time checking that out.  Morgan kept herding us all back together.  I told her that I'm just fine.  We went into the next aisle with Mom and then saw Dad being pulled down the aisle when Morgan almost lost sight of us.  She seems to have a compulsion about knowing where we all are all the time.

Then, we went down to Grandma and Grandpa's house.  They heard about Morgan and really wanted to meet her.  So, we went down after our shopping to say hello.  I had to introduce Morgan to everybody because it turns out that she doesn't trust just anybody.  I'll have to explain what being famous means to her later.  I'm sure she'll love it once she figures out what it all means.  Of course, she may be hired on as my bodyguard by then.

While we were down there, we decided to to out in the back yard and stretch our legs.  I had a lesson for Morgan out there.  I'll let the video explain it for me.

I think I'm going to like having her for a sister.  One thing I do need to find out is where German Shepards do their shopping.  Morgan won't wear the same collars and frippery as we Greyhounds, but she wants to look good, too.  Do any of you have any favorite places to shop?

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Bunny here, taking over the keyboard for my turn to bark about what's on my mind.

We've been visiting the dog parks a lot this Spring.  I love it!  Last year it was so rainy that we hardly ever got to go because even when it wasn't raining, it was too muddy to go in and enjoy it.  This year has been perfect.  It's been warm, but not uncomfortable and most importantly, it has not been raining so much.

We meet a lot of different dogs at the dog parks.  So far, we don't have any regular friends there, but we meet a lot of friendly pups.  Two things never seem to fail when we go, though.  First, the humans will ask if I'm a greyhound or a whippet.  Then their dogs will challenge me to race.  The people get all excited with comments about how they've never seen a greyhound run before and how fast I am.  Of course I am!  It's what I've been bred to do for thousands of years!  I'm not being conceited about that, it's just a fact.  Some dogs were bred to hunt rats.  Other dogs were bred to herd sheep.  Most dog breeds had a specific purpose and job and we still have instincts related to those things.  Sure, it was easy for me to hang up my track jacket for a princess crown and a couch, but that doesn't mean I don't like to stretch my legs on occasion. 

It had made me think a bit about some things.  I'm not sure why all these dogs feel the need to try to beat me.  I'm also not sure why it's such a big deal to their people.  What I do know is that I'm fast, and they aren't going to beat me for a long time!  Sometimes, I'm even too fast for the camera.