Some of my favorite memories were fostering greyhounds. We probably had 60 or 70 come through the house and I don’t ever remember having one that was a problem.
More than once we would hand over one leash to a new family and pick up the leash of someone that was gonna stay awhile.
Crystal was a tiny petite little girl that we loved and wanted to keep so much, but she was perfect for a family. I openly cried as I handed over the leash to that adorable little white and brindle girl. Somehow, Rayetta knew that we needed another and fast. Val’s Bold One was coming back, he had housebreaking issues. They called him Bold One, we called him Barney.
He was a big white and red brindle that got along with every one. He insisted that the only place to sleep in the house was next to me. We thought he would be with us forever.
Then one day in February, he got adopted. Just. Like. That.
Six years later, his family called and said they were moving out of state and couldn’t take Barney with them. We never gave it a second thought, we brought him back home to the gardens at the young age of 12.
Barney was completely at home when he came back, it was like he had never left.
Barney was almost an in your face kinda guy. You always knew he was in the house and if anyone wanted to be outside, he wanted to be with them, outside.
Dinner time always drove us the most crazy. Barney was underfoot and wanted everybody’s foot. I don’t think I ever remember Barney missing a meal. More than once he pulled a full dog bowl off the kennel scattering kibble for rooms and he would be there scarfing it up as fast as he could.
He loved the cushion closest to my desk and he would hang his head off of the edge with his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
We could take Barney anywhere, he was a true ambassador for the greyhounds. He was a gentle and kind soul through and through.
When we brought Timber home, he became the fun police. It was quite comical to see him try and keep the big borzoi in line.
Even though Barney tried to keep Timber in line, they were still friends.
He showed Timber the ropes, and Timber picked up all of the good and a little bit of the in your face attitude.
Barney was beautiful and strong and healthy all the way to the end. He would have been 15 years old in December and we thought he would live forever.
In my heart, he is still on the cushion at my feet with his tongue hanging out. He brought us so much joy these last three years and the house is so empty without him.