Well at least that is what Zack has been for me, since coming to live with me five years ago (11/11/2009). But, this is the first “gotcha day” recognition I have posted. I am not sure if it is a celebration of the end of five years (reflecting on our adventures) or the beginning of a 6th year (and what lies ahead).
As many of you have been asked, I am asked by others was he a rescue? I respond back with a “yes”, but did I really rescue him? Even though he had to be re-homed from his first “forever home”, I know he would have eventually found a home with another family. When I hear him let out a big (boredom) sigh, I joke with him, telling him I know it must suck to live with me. I only say that, because he doesn’t have another dog companion, or another person other than myself to interact with. But I try to keep him busy with chewable treats and long walks. Our walks are our quality time together. I like being behind him, where I can see his “sexy” gait. That is right, you read that correctly, I think a greyhound’s walk is sexy, as they undulate their back ends from side to side. But as it gets darker and colder at night, in the winter, I get less motivated to give him his walk. As we pass the houses, I see the warm glow of the lighted interiors. I see the families clustered around their big screen TV’s, laughing together. But where am I, I am walking my family member.
After our walks, he grunts and groans as he tries to find the perfect sleeping position. On occasion I will just watch him sleep. I am “tickled pink”, when his face starts to twitch, when he lets out a sleep growl, when he starts sleep tail thumping, or gives a sleep woof/bark.
So now when I am asked if I had rescued him, I always reply that I am unsure who had rescued who. I tell the people that I like to think that I have brought as much to his life as he has brought to mine. Now isn’t that the meaning of acknowledging your Greyhound’s gotcha day?
He is a good dog, and I think I will keep him