No more Tank. Last Thursday I drove him up to Levin, and left him at a greyhound kennel for pickup Friday and transport up to his new home in Auckland. I expect he will have a very cushy life with Tiffinie, his new owner.
Of the three dogs we had, Tank was my clear favorite. He didn’t have the behavior issues of Casey, and was pretty safe with the cats, unlike Prince. He knew his name, was a happy member of the pack, and was learning how to play. I think much of the excitement he had when cats were around was a desire to play with them, I am pretty sure I caught him play-bowing to the cats on occasion! Of course the cats can’t read body language, and would run away from the giant exuberant dog!
It’s too bad our lifestyle really doesn’t suit having a dog, ’cause if I were going to have a dog, it would have been one like Tank.
We are now going to take a lengthy break from fostering greyhounds. We have been taken off the active roster, though we are still available for “emergency” placements.