After a very nice home visit from the greyhound adoption agency lady, we were given the phone numbers of a few foster parents that had dogs that she though would suit us.
We just got back from visiting Brandy, a small fawn-colored girl who seemed to be very sweet and loving. But she's defective. You know how most dogs will walk? Yeah, I mean that really fancy trick of putting one paw in front of the other for the purpose of propelling one's self forward.
She won't.
She will, as long as she's in the company of other dogs. We started out by walking partway around the block with Brandy, the foster lady, and one of her other dogs. Brandy did fine. At the corner, the lady went back home and took her dog with her. We got about five feet with Brandy and then she stopped, like a toddler digging in. Nothing we could do or say got her going again, except for a brief spurt when she saw another dog across the street. At the second corner, we stood there like idiots for a good five minutes, unwilling to admit defeat.
Finally, we gave up and called the foster lady so she could bring her dog back out. We ended up pushing Brandy ass-wise through the front door of the house. We told the lady that we couldn't take her, but that she'd make a lovely addition to a house that already has a dog.
Who's ever heard of a dog that won't walk??
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