I distinctly remember the day that 2 potential adopters came into Mid South Greyhound Adoption ,unbeknownst to their son Adam, to fact check what was so special about adopting a Greyhound. They had no intention of adopting.
Newbies, quite sure that a Greyhound was not a good fit. Instead wanting to due diligence so they could effectively present their son with solid evidence that a Greyhound was not for them.
They had no idea how their life would be forever changed! One step into the adoption kennel, to just look, and there was no going back. They had failed, they were hooked.
Hunter was handsome, big, and had a big personality. He was loved by all of us at the adoption kennel. He was not going home with just any family. How true that sentiment was!
Greyhounds are not dogs, they are a family member. Hunter was soon to be the head of this family and he could hardly wait to start his role of master of the house! He was so pleased to see them revolve and react to his needs. Hunter, like his big size, had a big life.
All of us will miss Hunter. He was unique, he was fun, he was entertaining, and he was not a good dog, but rather a great Greyhound!
His passing over the rainbow bridge, however, represents more than the big hole that is left in our hearts. It is a harsh reminder that it is the end of an era. The racers are not in abundance for adoption anymore. The community is smaller and it is very
sad that this magnificent breed is shrinking.
Thank you Hunter for living big loving big, and letting us love you big. Run fast, run free, and do it all your way!
Great story, Sue! And great tribute to Hunter and the breed. It's still amazing to me how we went from that first visit to diving into greyhound world. I never thought it would happen, but I'm glad it did.
What a dog. What a story! Tears are falling thru the guffaws. wow
I distinctly remember the day that 2 potential adopters came into Mid South Greyhound Adoption ,unbeknownst to their son Adam, to fact check what was so special about adopting a Greyhound. They had no intention of adopting.
Newbies, quite sure that a Greyhound was not a good fit. Instead wanting to due diligence so they could effectively present their son with solid evidence that a Greyhound was not for them.
They had no idea how their life would be forever changed! One step into the adoption kennel, to just look, and there was no going back. They had failed, they were hooked.
Hunter was handsome, big, and had a big personality. He was loved by all of us at the adoption kennel. He was not going home with just any family. How true that sentiment was!
Greyhounds are not dogs, they are a family member. Hunter was soon to be the head of this family and he could hardly wait to start his role of master of the house! He was so pleased to see them revolve and react to his needs. Hunter, like his big size, had a big life.
All of us will miss Hunter. He was unique, he was fun, he was entertaining, and he was not a good dog, but rather a great Greyhound!
His passing over the rainbow bridge, however, represents more than the big hole that is left in our hearts. It is a harsh reminder that it is the end of an era. The racers are not in abundance for adoption anymore. The community is smaller and it is very
sad that this magnificent breed is shrinking.
Thank you Hunter for living big loving big, and letting us love you big. Run fast, run free, and do it all your way!
Great story, Sue! And great tribute to Hunter and the breed. It's still amazing to me how we went from that first visit to diving into greyhound world. I never thought it would happen, but I'm glad it did.