Back in the van, I was trying to get a grip on what was going on with me - things were moving so fast. I rode up with were led into the kennel. I was the last to come out of the truck, and didn't go with everyone else. I had heard houses could be a good thing, but I was sad to see all my Greyhound friends go in another direction. I was introduced to everyone in the boarding room.
Greyhounds hang out when their humans are on vacation.
The boarders told stories about their humans and new and fun things that they do in houses. They all said that if they couldn't be with their humans this place was a Greyt second option. Then I went into the main house. They all had there own beds on the floor, thick cushy and soft, but one old guy had his own couch. He is 14 years old and comes from Ireland I was told.