Hey everyone, I know it’s been a while since you heard from me, but I’ve been working very hard at getting used to this whole retirement thing.
My foster mom says I’m like a completely different dog than when I first got here.
At my foster house, I have two wolfhound sisters and a crazy greyhound brother, my foster mom is also babysitting another retired greyhound and I love him the most. This is us:
Foster mom says I’m like an onion, my personality has lots of layers and I’m worth the work to get to know them all. I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean :shrug:
I like to bark at things, like the neighbor cat that sits in my front yard or the humans when they are taking too long to make my dinner. The humans tell me I’m sassy.
I don’t mean to brag or anything, but I’m really good at the stairs, and I have way better leash manners than my brother Dare. That dude is a mess, but I don’t mind hanging out with him. I love all hound dogs.
Well, here are some more cute pictures of me and my friends (I’m the redhead):
Love, Nap.