After Ruby passed, I swore that I would never get another dog; the pain was just too great. Days passed, and I began to feel unsettled because my house was too quiet. Having recently moved to Washington from the East Coast, I had no friends, and I just lost mine. So with the encouragement of my husband, I looked into volunteering at the local greyhound rescue, Greyhound Pets, Inc. just outside of Seattle. After meeting the crew during an open house, I began volunteering for turnouts, which is giving the hounds some time out in the yard after their morning or evening meal. Immediately, my heart was drawn to a little black and cream brindle greyhound with a pitch black face.
Just look at that face! How could I resist?
She was such a tiny thing compared to Ruby, and she had the most expressive brown eyes. I knew nothing about her other than the fact that she came from South Korea, she was not yet available for adoption, and she was about one and a half years old. And bonus: she was not a poo-eater! She adopted us on March 7, 2015. I’ve since come to learn that that day is known as “Gotcha Day.” A little campy, but okay, it’s cute.
Luna is a greyhound mix. We were told that she is a mix because there was no certification that she is purebred, and she was not a racer, so without the necessary certifications, we had to settle for the “mix” label. She has a fluffier coat than most greyhounds I have seen. Other than that, to look at her, you would not know she is a mix. To me, she is a greyhound. Period.
And aside from my husband and my kids, she is my best friend. She is lounging comfortably in her bed outside my office as I type this.