Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Yes, Tamsin, dogs-with-an-s.
If I had world enough and time, I'd have a tribe of kids and a pack of dogs. As it is, it's two of one and one and a half of the other. We're fostering a rescued greyhound. When I say 'fostering' I mean having a greyhound stay with us, knowing that she's unlikely to be placed and so is a de facto member of the family.
Her name is Squeak, which is very inappropriate; she drifts along so elegantly it really should be Saskia or Anna. I feel like someone out of a Russian melodrama when she walks along beside me. She's regal and gorgeous with big brown eyes. She's very patient with the girls who cannot believe she's not a horse (I don't think she's aware of her rights as a pet and so puts up with a lot more than our labradoodle, who's forever looking at us with barely disguised resentment). She wants to chase down our chooks and kill them but I know the feeling so can't really blame her.
In the words of another greyhound owner: Best dog ever.