Fever NOVEMBER 2009 I wish I could bring the kids on board. —Why can’t we get another mutt, Mama? Greyhounds are snotty-looking. —That is so not true, Ben. This is not about buying a fancy purebred. This is still rescue, but on a much larger scale than we’re used to. I’ve been reading up. They say these dogs have lived entirely in crates, with numbers tattooed inside their ears, and track people kill them when they can’t race. They toss them on the trash heap! They’re like canine refugees. —They need too much exercise. You’ll have to run it all the time or it will drive everyone crazy. —Also not true. The O’Briens’ greyhounds have a walk once a day, and the rest of the time they just lie there. —Well. It’s not my type of dog. But go ahead if you want to. The subtext being: I’m leaving soon anyway. My passion started decades ago at the Philadelphia Kennel Club show in Center City, where I saw my first Afghan hounds: glam, limber, wide-eyed, toothy Charlie’s Angels–era Farrah Fawcett stunners, shag hairstyles fluttering, loping merrily with their handlers across the ring.
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