Jul 21 2001
Saturday
My sister and her husband just left to go home. It was great having them here last night. This morning, we went out for breakfast to our favorite place on Polk Street, the one you have to get to early or you have to line up forever (which I just will not do). It’s still really good, but it has definitely gotten more expensive.
Leaving the boys to watch Dennis Miller tapes, Megan and I ran a few errands. When we passed one of the many nail places (how do they all stay in business, I wonder?), we saw a woman with a greyhound. We stopped to pet the dog, and it turned out that she had been rescued from the racetrack. The dog’s owner said that 30,000 were killed every year in this country, because they weren’t fast enough or were too old. It was horribly sad, but nice to see this dog had a good home.
While we were petting the first dog, another woman came up walking her greyhound, who was the same age as the first (4 years old) and also rescued from the track. Then a guy came up and said he had just finished running with his own, rescued greyhound! I had no idea we had so many in my neighborhood. And if you’re thinking of getting a dog, maybe you should think about rescuing one yourself. All three owners said they are very affectionate, great with kids and cats, and don’t need to run every day, just normal dog walking. So we learned something new and met some nice dogs.