[tegamom1]

I have a rescued Greyhound. I really don't think he was ever raced but just lived in a kennel with little human contact. He was found roaming around out in the country and was traced by the number in his ear. The wife said her husband didn't care what happened to him, so I adopted him and although it took almost a year for him not to be afraid, he's become the sweetest boy and now gives kisses. Watching the Yorkies TRY to chase him around the yard is pretty funny!