Loved Hound

It’s not that I wanted another dog—it was simply time for one to come.  I seldom seem to have anything to say about it.  Sometimes, right before a dog comes to me, I have asked the help of an animal communicator. I just want to make sure I'm bringing home the one that should be brought home.  This boy was around the umpteenth one I emailed to her and she finally exclaimed “that’s him!”

 

 

I waited because I was living with a 16 yr old named Magic, who was a delightful handful!  When Magic went to the bridge, it was time to bring Hughes home.    Poor Hughes had been bounced twice and finally, in April of 2005, when he was four, he flew home to Texas with me from Atlanta and took the name of Huston.

 

I found out during this time that his distinctive look had some worried that he might not get adopted.  People in the adoption kennel at the track said he was so ugly no one would want him.   He had a very good trainer—employees were not allowed to say anything negative about his nose or laugh at him!

When I saw his picture, I saw a very, big nose!  It probably didn’t help that I had spent many years in showing conformation. However, one of the things I learned during the years of dog showing, was to always see a dog in person—because pictures can be deceiving.  So, I flew to Atlanta to meet Hughes and bring him home.

I remember the first time I saw him.  All I could see was an incredibly cute little guy, weighing in at only 65 lbs, who had the neatest roman bendy nose.  Lots of character!

 

Sits, talks, shakes, speaks and loves to run! Who else do you know that has an arrow telling which end is up? (Check out the white spot on his very manly chest)

 

Abilene this year (not bad for a 7 yr old)

 

 

 

 

 

 

And he will wear a hat on occasion for a short period of time. He always has to lay down when wearing a hat, because they are heavy, you know.

 

Ugly Hughes has become Handsome Huston. He’s my man in all things. We’re traveling buddies, walking buddies, sharing secrets buddies.  One thing I know:  beauty is in the eyes, not only of the beholder, but of the beholden.  If you take the time to look into a greyhound’s eyes, you will always see beauty, for they will share their soul with you, if you but ask. 

Diane