Well, what a whirlwind first day of doggy ownership! B didn’t have very long to wait overnight as #2 was up bright and early and disgustingly excited at 5.30am to take her out for a walk. I was relieved and somewhat proud to discover that everything was intact - nothing chewed, gnawed, or indeed even nibbled. She’s just such a gentle little sweetheart. I said to Hubby last night, I really feel a big swelling in my heart when I look at her. And no, it’s not wind.
I had my return dental appointment with the rather nice dentist at the marina town whose name cannot be mentioned at 10am, but luckily Hubby was around so she didn’t have to be left on her own. I went to be drilled and filled, and Mum and offspring went for a quick rootle around the shops. I was numb but once again dentally intact by 11am, meeting up with the now Yu-Gi-Oh card-bearing children and bored-looking Grandma and rather smugly noted that B skipped around and looked incredibly pleased to see us. She even did a little hoppy, jumpy thing and sort of half leaped up to greet me. Aw…I welled up (again)!
J&C said that greyhounds sleep an awful lot but there’s no stopping this girl. She’s just so intent on following us (I think she’s suspicious because we’re being too nice -is she going to be whisked back off to her concrete kennel at doggy boot camp any minute now?), that any time anyone moves, she’s hot on their tail. And when she’s not tailing her suspects, she’s sniffing round the garden for any sign of the rabbits (who, incidentally have packed their little furry suitcases and scarpered - from the back garden at least).
This evening, with Hubby off working, we decided to risk a quick hour at the pub. We gave her lots of reassuring cuddles, kissed her soft head and legged it to the door. Needless to say, we came back to find her curled delicately in her bed, watching for our return with those big, beautiful brown eyes. Once again, we were greeted with a little hoppity skippity dance, and - amazing - even a lick (only on the hand you understand, she’s not a vulgar greyhound). We really feel like she’s our dog now and it’s magic. Go out and rescue a greyhound, NOW!, before everyone else pinches them all. They adore you with every fibre of their being, they are adorable, gentle, affectionate and go 0-40 in a couple of seconds - something for everyone there then.
Finally, I just had to share with you the picture that J took of B on her way down to us in the car. Aww..wook at her wittle nose…
