This weekend I went through old paper photos so I could bring them to a photo place to be scanned and put on a CD.
What a trip down memory lane. I started this to organize family pictures, but I was overwhelmed by the amount of pictures I have of greyhounds.
As I turned over picture by picture, I found my hands caressing each one, tears forming, as each picture put me back in time with every single one of those hounds. Starting in 1995, with the incorporating of Greyhound Gang, there was the very first hound, Darling, who would lick every child’s face she could. Yukon – who would take his 80 pound body and put it between me and the sofa back. Jet – who I found on top of the kitchen counter late one evening. Coon Dog – my first smiling greyhound. Tavern – who taught himself the stairs first thing, and then promptly pooped and peed in my house. Lucky – who found my down pillows and decorated the living room in white feathers. Injun – who every time he stretched, he farted. The vanguard of the hundreds who would pass through my home and heart on their way to forever homes.
I remember them all.
I saw two hounds I placed this week, and they greeted me as if I’m their favorite person in the world – their Good Humor person, their sun and moon and stars, their grandma, their friend. Deuce gives me looks of love and then spends the entire night in my bed. Allie pogos and licks me to death. I relish every unspoken word of love and devotion. I feel exactly the same.
I resolve to be the person all my Greyhound Gang dogs think I am.