Nine Things About My New Home

My new family is fun. Mom takes good care of me and thinks of everything; Dad is silly and we run around all the time. I have a nice size yard and play fetch. I jump off the deck and chase squirrels. I can run fast, really fast. Petey is slow but runs as fast as he can. (I give them 4 roos)

Going for rides is very fun, but I don’t fit so well in the car and I like to stand up on rides. I am hinting at a SUV—but my family is environmentalists. I don’t know what that is, but I think it means I’m stuck with the hybrid. (3.5 roos)

I like my new friend Petey; he was so nice and welcomed me into his home. I am big with funny ears; he is small and strong and has a funny smile. He can fit underneath me and has to dodge my long tail. Poor guy. He wants to lie next to me sometimes, but I need my space—and I’d rather cuddle with Mom or Dad. (4 roos)

I like to run around the living room playing with my rope. I throw it and chase it, and then Dad throws it, and I chase it. I have to be careful though, I am a big dog and the living room is small. When I give the rope a good toss, Mom and Dad have to duck for cover. (3.5 roos)

I love food. I love almost all foods. I love dog treats and leftovers. I have been known to give Dad the “shakedown” when I catch him in the kitchen. My family likes to eat too, only problem is that they are vegetarians—so no leftover chicken or beef or squirrel. (3.5 roos)

I like walks; they are my favorite thing to do. Just the sight of my leash sends me into a frolicking frenzy. Watch out little Petey, I can’t control my enthusiasm. (5 roos)

In my new home, I get to do whatever I want. I get up on the furniture and the bed. At first I wasn’t sure if I was allowed and I was on my best behavior, but now it’s all good. They say it’s okay. (4 roos)

I am a vocal greyhound and I have things to say. I also like to sing and dance. Dad dances and we do a Conga line when Mom is not home. First is Dad, then me, then Petey. I am a good dancer, Petey and Dad are not. Can I get a “roo-roo”? (4.5 roos)

I learned how to read and write, how many greyhounds can do that? Dad wrote a story about me and it was in the paper; my picture was in the paper too. I wanted to read it and see what he said about me, so Dad taught me how to read and write. I wrote this whole thing all by myself; honest I did. (3.5 roos)