Yes, I know how much hard work it is to have a dog. And how it will hamper our traveling. And how expensive it can be (People often froget that we had Buster Brown, the overdoser, follower of his nose, trash scavenger, eater of sheet cakes, and poop connisseur in our lives before we moved to England!). But today we went to visit a greyhound rescue, where we walked some of their dogs and I was smitten. Jim was less smitten, but still enjoyed it, I think (although that's not really obvious from the look on his face in the picture below). Anyway, we'll go back to volunteer and walk some of the 50-60 dogs they have in this kennel--retired racers, most of them--and see where that leads. Jim is being way more receptive to the idea of getting a cat these days....
Jim walks Robbie, a sweet and mellow greyhound at the kennel. I walked Star, who was a little more spazzy, but also sweet. When we walked back to their kennel, both dogs started leaning on us because they weren't ready to go back in. It was very heartwrenching (and it's a good thing JIm was there and we have so many trips planned for the fall, or we might have a greyhound sleeping on our couch right now.)
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