Wolfgang Day One

Having lost Magic some time ago, we had in our mind that we wanted to adopt another retired racer. Everyone and their cousin offered their opinion about timing. At least a month, three months, six months, a year at least, so on and so forth. One adoption group in particular wanted to let us know when were were ready (We'll write more about that dysfunctional mess when we have had some time to process it and hash it out in our own minds. All we'll say for now is that it Robert Hunter's lyrics ring through our mind whenever we think about it....Lately it occurs to me: What a long, strange trip it's been.)

The other day we took a ride out to visit another greyhound adoption group. We just wanted to meet the people, introduce ourselves, let them know we are looking, so that if the right match came up, they would keep us in mind. Well, wouldn't you know they just happened to have a hound they thought might fit into our pack.

His racing name was Nita's Big Wolfe. We've adopted him and have decided Wolfgang is much more dignified, but Wolfie for short will work just fine.

This wonderful boy is anything but wolf-like at this time. He is such a shy and timid hound right now, but we know that with love, time and patience, he will blossom in his retirement.