Last year I lost my greyhound Boo. He was a wonderful dog and a complete pain-in-the-ass. After a couple months of living with me he developed severe anxiety when he was left at home with the other dogs. Boo hated to be apart from me and would get so worked up he would lose bladder control. It took months to get him calmed down so that I didn't always come home to a puddle. In that time we learned a lot together and because of all that hard work I loved him all the more. A little less than seven years later he passed and the house was out of balance.
Because I volunteer with one of the greyhound adoption groups I get to see all the adoptable dogs and I had my eye on this handsome guy but when my friends told me they wanted to add another dog to their family after losing one of theirs months prior I was excited to help them find a good fit. They told me they preferred a girl and one at about four or five years old to be a companion for their four year-old boy.
I showed them three nice girls and while they liked them there was no real connection between the dogs but one of them would have been a decent fit. Before making any decision they asked if there was any other dog I thought they should see so even though I was getting ready to take Preston home I brought him out; a year-and-a-half old boy. The bond was almost instantaneous and I knew that I would have to start looking for another dog for myself.
Ultimately I am happy for Preston. He has a tremendous home with people that adore him where he is spoiled rotten. My missed opportunity worked out fine, about a month later I brought home my boy Johan. Nevertheless I love this boy...
Canon 1D Mark IV, Canon 24/f1.4L Mark II
24mm, f1.4, 1/60 sec @ 1000 ISO
Ahhh, I love this story...and we're so glad you shared Preston with us!
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