tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10010614.post5673501893463780523..comments2023-12-25T05:28:22.946-05:00Comments on Ironicus Maximus: Friday Hound BloggingIronicus Maximushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09220762764339626768noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10010614.post-2238695171789840942011-10-08T00:08:13.797-04:002011-10-08T00:08:13.797-04:00I came upon your blog, just recently, probably lik...I came upon your blog, just recently, probably like most people, initially because of your intelligent socio-political comments and not initially because of the dogs. Also, I studied Latin in high school so I am always attuned to "Latinisms". <br /><br />Anyway,as this sometimes happens, in life, I live in the DC Metro region and always commute by the Metro (subway) and a few days ago a mother and child and a really big greyhound got on the train. The dog had a belt around it that said service dog, though both passengers were clearly not disabled (probably another family member - I did not ask). I had never seen a greyhound in my entire life (I'm 61 and have lived in several countries) and this was a strikingly athletic-looking dog. It was much bigger than I had imagined greyhounds to be. I talked to the Mother and sure enough it turned out to be a rescue hound.<br /><br />It's one of those weird things where you encounter new knowledge about the rescue greyhounds movement via your blog and then a week later you encounter your first ever greyhound on a train and it's a rescue hound. The dog was really gentle, in fact, strangely personal. Their eyes are really soulful. Interesting for someone who has never met such a dog (but has dealt with much stranger animals in different environments). Maybe it was the circumstance. Anyway, an interesting event.Jimbohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13891331049535299222noreply@blogger.com