Not 2B
For quite a while now I have been searching the Interwebs.
I’m looking for a dog. Not just any dog, but a rescue one who needs a grand dry warm loving home. We need one for ourselves to fill the gap left by Penny.
I thought I found one. Or rather she found me. I went into one of the rescue sites and there she was. There was something appealing about her but I just dismissed the idea. Later I did one of my incredibly rare forays into Farcebook and there she was again. The same dog. The same photograph. She was haunting me. Something had to be done.
Yesterday I set things in motion and after a flurry of emails it was agreed I was to meet the dog to see how we got on. All I had to do was phone today to make an appointment. No sweat.
But the time came to make the phonecall. At the time I was in a bad place. I was wracked with pain and breathless. I was in no fit state to look after a dog, let alone a stranger who would require a lot of attention to help her settle in. Bugger! I phoned and cancelled the meeting.
Another day, maybe?
Now that’s a grand looking dog. Looks like she has a bit of Lurcher in her. Let’s hope she’s still available when you feel better.
She is described as pure Lurcher. For some strange reason the majority of dogs needing adoption seem to be Lurchers. It transpires though that I may have had a lucky escape – I was told that she is an obsessive escape artist. I’m too old to go chasing around the parish looking for the dog.
Probably not the dog you want then. Go for the hybrid (Heinz 57 variety that is). They’re almost always the best for temperament, loyalty and longevity not to mention hybrid vigor.
If you want a dog that is as laid back as they come, which needs not much exercise despite its appearance, try a retired racing Greyhound. I have one and it is the easiest dog I have ever had. I am 87 and am limited in my endurance as you can imagine. A quiet amble round the local streets and she is done for the day. She spends most of her time flat on her back on the couch snoozing.
I would love a retired Greyhound. Unfortunately they tend to be somewhat larger than your average Lurcher and so Herself would raise objections. The last time we had a Greyound-sized animal in the house she jumped onto Herself’s bed and scared the shit out of her. It was actually quite funny to watch!