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Loved Hound
Your hound can be featured as a Loved Hound, too. Just bid in Greyhound Gang's on-line auction (during the first two weeks of every month) for your chance to be spotlighted. Once you've won, I'll call to get your story. You'll email me pictures, and the following month, this is where you and your hound will be. Loved Hound. Our wish - love for them all.
Cody - written by Bobbie Hofer
One month after my first greyhound passed away, I organized a haul from Montana to Calgary, Alberta. Twenty-four ex-racing Greyhounds, starting originally in Wisconsin, would call Canada home. The coordination work of getting cargo vans and drivers, planning the route, working out the timing and more, kept my mind somewhat off of my recent loss. I had been told about a black boy on this haul, that I might be interested in. Though I didn’t think I was ready for another hound, I said I’d look at him.
However, during our five and a half hour drive back to Calgary, one very determined red brindle boy kept poking his long muzzled nose under my arm as I tried to drive. He valiantly tried giving me kisses and from the corner of my eye I could see his tail wagging in circles like helicopter rotor blades. He made me laugh the whole way home. By the time we got home, I was smitten. KS Cody had chosen me.
He has made me laugh ever since. He mouths my hand or nips me on the bum when he wants my attention – which is often. He truly will pout if I’m petting another dog, and then weasels his way in to get some loving. He even finds it unacceptable when I’m talking on the phone with my friends, and will start barking at me to be with him. I’d call it the terrible twos, but Cody is now eight. I raw feed, and he loves to throw his bison bone against the wall and then pounce on it. At doggy day care he has been known to steal a magnetized message pad, and then slowly tear one sheet at a time off of it, and place them neatly in a row.
On that first night, July 7th, 2005, he slept in my bed with me and my cat, and hasn’t left my side since. That day is etched indelibly on my soul, as this determined red brindle boy has given me so many laughs and love. This gift, wrapped up in a taped-up dirty muzzle, frayed collar and big, deep, brown eyes, is my constant companion and soul mate. I am so blessed.