Well hello. My name's Mac's Highwood, but everyone around here just calls me Mac for short. I just came in from West Virginia over the weekend, and, boy, was that a long day. Between the long van ride, a bath and beauty treatment, and then another long ride, I was exhausted. My foster mom was impressed that I laid right down in the car and slept all the away home.
I've only been retired for a few days now, but already I know I'll like it. I currently live with two other greyhounds and a terrier. They've been showing me the ropes. Except that terrier is like a police officer. She's been very good at letting me know what I can and can't do. I've figured out that when she barks at me, I'm doing something I'm not supposed to do. That's how I learned that countersurfing is not allowed. Too bad. So many good smells.
On our way home from Greyhound Central, foster mom and dad stopped at the pet store to pick up some food for the pack. I've never been to a pet store before. I was fascinated. The nice lady at the counter gave me lots of pets and said I was very handsome and a good boy. I really liked the bucket of chewies, but foster mom said no treats before dinner. Maybe next time.
