I own a 3 year and 3 month old black ex-racer originally named, 'Go Army, Beat Navy.' Come on now, really? I know that greyhound breeders start to run out of names after a number of years of breeding hundreds, yes, hundreds of puppies. But that does not exactly roll off your tongue or stick in your brain as a 'hot' tip in the racing world. The rescue group, Greyhounds Friends for Life, took some pity and renamed him 'Neven.' What is that? Well, after several revisions, 'Neville, Niven, Evan, etc. some how Nigel stuck with his black coat, white chest and proper posture, how could he not be part of the extended family of Monty Python? He certainly looks the part. All spindly, long legs, knobby ribs and spine with a face completely devoid of emotion. Just a black void with purplish flashes for eyes. Completely invisible in the dark. Which is why one night he scared a skunk so badly he sprayed running in panic through three of our neighbors yards.
Well this is just an introduction to Nigel, my new best friend, and the gentlest and least demanding of any companion I have ever had the pleasure of spending time with. Mostly because he is asleep 18 hours a day...really.
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