We have talked about getting another dog for quite a
while. Our previous dog (known as "The Sausage", "Tess" or "Zoltan
Hound of Dracula" depending on who you asked) died 5 years ago and various
other factors have got in the way of us getting another mutt - whether that has
been aging cats, small children, moving house or just not quite getting around
to it. Our Whippet, Eddie, is now 10 years old and he is starting to show his
age. Recently, he has been like Bambi on ice when on a slippery surface and he
is not up to the kind of long walks that I used to take him on. We had made
enquiries with the Whippet and Greyhound rescue charities as to whether there
were any suitable dogs a while ago and on Sunday we had a call from them asking
if we were interested in a two year old male Whippet.
We made our way over to the kennels in Lochwinnoch (one
of those really satisfyingly sounding Scottish place names - a bit like Auchterarder
or Ecclefechan). The dog in question is called Sam and he seemed to get on well
enough with Eddie so we took him home. He isn't entirely house trained - he had
previously been kept outside and the harsh Scottish winter means he is a bit
chunky and has rather fluffy fur at the moment: less silky Whippet, more like
Fuzzy Felt. He is also more a traditional Whippet size - Eddie, in spite of his
Kennel Club certification, has always been nearer in size to a Greyhound. Aside
from that, the two dogs look surprisingly similar - both fawn coloured with big
brown eyes.
So far everything seems to be going well. Eddie seems to
appreciate the company and Sam appreciates indoors, fitted carpets, the couch
and central heating.
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