You guys bring back memories that I thought I had lost. As soon as I saw this thread and all the animals my brain went into overdrive remembering all my dogs.
It did bring memories of the sadness I went through when each one passed away. When I trained greyhounds I bought a little lass no one wanted because she was so small and they all said she won't be any good.
From day one she was like a normal dog playful but gosh she could pick up things fast eg shake hands sit only taught her once.
I thought shell be my real pet but I still used to take her on walks with the other greyhounds and occasionally I would take her to the track so she can see them run. One day I was at the track giving a couple of them a trial to keep fitness up and brought her with me she must have been 8 months old and could see in her eyes can I have a go.
Now remember they need to be taught and some take ages to learn so I said to the lure driver she just wants to play can you just play with her a little. Well he couldn't hold the lure back she went after it so fast he was in shock so was I lol
How old did you say I said 8 months? He shook his head never seeing anything like it. Anyway needless to say she became a racing dog and at the age of 14 months which is very young won her first race which was her first btw.
Pre-race vet checks all dogs to see if they are ok and as I walked up the ramp for him to check her goes what is she doing. I said she is saying hello with her leg up waiting to be shaken. Vet well I will be damnd never see a greyhound so smart can she run I said yep.
Anyway race started and she won by streaks beating another dog of mine it was a final and both made it through with a big city trainer having 6 runners to my 2 lol I saw this dude in a white gown running towards me as we were going back I thought WTF it was the vet crying and hugging her. He told me a few months later that my dog changed his outlook on greyhounds and now he treats them like normal dogs
The day she died in my arms at the vets as at the age of ten she had a stroke was the day I could not bring myself around to getting another one. I stopped training even though I was second in the whole state on trainers list of winners to runner as I won one race from every 3 races my dogs raced.
I could say when that little dog left me my life turned to S H I T E Parents getting very sick later on me getting sick stroke depression knees losing both cartilages and now my memory going but thanks to you guys brought back some even though sad was good to bring something back.
Costa from Spain if you read this thank you first, but second as you can see times change people change things change but one thing of notice is how much love each and everyone has with the loyal companion and that love translates to our team.