We knew years ago that someday we wanted to adopt/rescue a dog at some point. We had really thought it would be good for Hershey, our beloved Boxer. But when she got sick last year and passed away, adopting a dog was put on the back burner.
In fact, what I didn’t tell my husband was that I didn’t know if I ever wanted to own another dog again. Hershey was my girl, and heartbroken doesn’t touch what I felt when she died. I did everything I could to keep her alive. But sadly, after 10 weeks, she passed away in my arms on the way to the vet.
I was shattered.
A few months back, hubby mentioned applying to the SPCA to adopt a dog. I said “oh sure” but that’s as far as it went.
I had slowly started to come around, but the thought of owning a dog again gave me anxiety. Mr. C suggested we get a puppy, and after a particular awful day, I had a meltdown and added “I can’t do it, we can’t own a puppy.” (I should mention: the awful day didn’t include dogs in any way.)
It was the next day when Mr. C said, “Well, what about a Greyhound?”
An you know what? I didn’t feel any anxiety about that idea. In fact, I was totally on board.
Greyhounds had been on our wishlist for awhile. I immediately started doing research, talking to some friends who used to own them and hitting Google hard before we applied.
The process was a lot quicker than I thought. We applied to GPAC, Greyhound Pets of Atlantic Canada. They are an amazing group of wonderful, caring people. We applied online, had an in-home visit, had our vet fill out a form and the last stage was driving to Musquodoboit Harbour here in Nova Scotia. We arrived at 10 am for our orientation. This is when we could ask questions and learn more about the dogs, training, etc… Around 1:30 it was time for the dogs. Hubby and I were each given one to walk, and the owner suggested which one she thought would be better for us.
After a little walking and trying to decide (it was hard!) we settled on this beautiful girl:
E’s Foxberry. Now known as Foxy. Photo is from the GPAC website.
How could we leave that little face behind? Her racing name was E’s Fox Berry, so we decided to keep it simple and call her Foxy.
She’s a dainty little princess, total diva.
And we adore her.
For more information on adopting a greyhound, visit GPAC.ca
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