Getting a greyhound does have it’s negatives. In the past three days we have filled a two small bags of poop, and today while I was on poop patrol, Pluto ripped up the yard even more. How can a yard recover from all his running around? Why does the ground have to be soft? Why does he have to run so fast? Man. By the time summer comes around all we are going to have is a fenced in pile of mud with a few patches of grass here and there.
Not to mention how much mud he tracks into the house AFTER I wipe his feet, and how many times I have to change the sheet on the futon because he insists he must always sleep there.
On the plus side I did think of two great story ideas last night.