Sunday evening, Blender ventured out for her last run of the evening. She looks out over her acre and is pleasantly surprised to see her acre covered in snow.
Prepared for a romp, Crystal challenges Flocko for the first and perhaps only, snow race of the season.
The next morning, when temperatures had dropped to the low-twenties, Minnie checks out her favorite spot to nap in the sun. She quickly realized that snoozing in the sun just wasn’t a happening thing.
For Pasha, his watering hole was still available, if only for a short time.
Flocko braved the elements to see what he could see.
And Clancy made a mad dash to romp in the sun before it disappeared.
First came Fonzi’s adoption, then came volunteering and then fostering. After having from 50 to 60 greyhounds through our home, I realized that these dogs were very special. Maybe racing wasn’t so bad.
We went in search of our racer and Flocko was our boy.
On our first visit to the greyhound farm, adorable puppies surrounded us. But one, captured my attention. A blue and white three month bundle of energy was playing in the field.
Minnie became our second racer.