The Trip Back

Hope's foster mom has two greyhounds of her own. They are not quiet, placid as most are. They bark. They bounce. They almost knock you down with their exuberant greeting. Oh, did I mention that two foster greyhounds are in residence as well? And that they are as equally excitable?

Our greyhounds have always been subdued, rarely barked and never jumped on people. And because we value a quiet, tranquil environment, we assumed Hope would too. That she would prefer a home like ours over living with a rambunctious crowd.

So I was a little surprised when as we neared her foster home, she became very alert. She whimpered as we pulled up in the drive way, and seemed happy to be home and anxious to get out of the car.

When the front door opened, she threw herself into the mob with a dance and a growl at a female greyhound to reestablish her dominance. I'm back and I'm the boss now.

Gee! The poor thing must have been bored at our house, and a little lonely. The most excitement she could rustle up around here with Beau was a competition for who got to sleep in the best bed. And we know how that turned out.