Betcha Can’t Have Just One

Ever since Joe plunked himself down in our living room on his first day home, I’ve been harbouring a semi-secret desire to adopt a second hound.  Apparently greyhounds are addictive, like crack, except with fur, and minus all the bad stuff that goes along with crack addiction.

We missed out on adopting Joe’s sister, Prize, and although I was quite sad that I didn’t get the opportunity to at least consider her, I’m pretty certain that these things happen for a reason.

Enter Shadow King, who was actually our second choice when we looked at adopting Joe.  He and Joe were turned out together during Joe’s time at the rescue (meaning they were put out into the yard as a pair in the mornings, afternoons, and evenings).  He also happens to be Joe’s half-brother, although they don’t share any family resemblance.  Shadow is taller, heavier set, and black with a white chest/belly.  He’s also missing the tip of his tail, and he’s a year older.  He has a sweet disposition, and while he seems a little more rambunctious than Joe, he’s also great with kids.

He’s been at the rescue since December at least, and he’s been passed over time and time again because for one he’s black, and for some reason people don’t want black dogs.  For another, I suspect his tail being minus an inch is a deterrent.  How sad that he’s had to watch dozens of other hounds come and go, arriving and being adopted, only to be left there for months.  Maybe we’re crazy but Jay and I can’t pass up a sad story like that, and so today we went out to the farm and adopted Shadow.

 

How could you say no to those eyes? Especially when they are watching you from behind the wire bars of a crate, just waiting for someone to say “You’re the one”.  We couldn’t resist, and so he’ll be coming home to us in a week or two, and then Joe will have a brother, and hopefully it’ll help alleviate some of his separation anxiety.  If not, well it can’t get any worse, so we’ll just roll with it.