09 May 2008
05 May 2008
Ahh, spring
Spring. The time when a young greyhound's thoughts turn to... other things. Things like:
-The grass is getting so green, I could just eat it! In fact, I think I will!
-It's late, it's dark, Mum is in bed, but there are such interesting noises coming from the open window, I think I just need to keep pacing back and forth between the window and the bed and whining. Who needs to settle? I have all day to sleep!
-It's warm, the window is open and fresh air is coming in, and Mum has just left her expensive blue yarn on the bed. I think that unwound hank would make a great toy.
-I think I'll use my super powers of imagination to get Mum and Dad to look around for bugs by pretending I see something moving near me when I'm lying down. Snicker snicker roo roo.
Ahh... Spring.
I am...
I raced once, came in fifth, and now live with my Mummy and Daddy in St. Albert because of Chinook Winds Greyhound Rescue.
And I am handsome.
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