This is me in my car. I ride in the back.
|Hi there. I'm Julie, the greyhound dog. I was born on
April 1, 1989. In my early years, I raced in Keene, NH, and back then my name was
"Peppy". It was a stark and bourgeois existence, and I admit my track
record was less than stellar. In 1992 I was retired (officially due to my lack of
"peppiness" :) and I was adopted in September 1992 by Stanton.
Stanton had no
experience whatsoever as a dog owner, but I had no experience whatsoever as being a pet
dog, so in our own way it worked out quite well. He had a big empty house, a comfy
dog bed in the master bedroom, and he liked me right away. So I
incorporated him into my pack and let him think of himself as "I am
Alpha!", (a term he kept repeating, don't ask me why).
Stanton took me to work every day (and still does). I learned all kinds of neat
new things like how to walk up staircases, how not to steal donuts from coworkers when
they are watching, how to bark (I mean "speak"), how to walk on leash, how to
author web pages. You know, all that stuff that normal dogs take for granted.
Did I mention Adrienne? She's great. I love her a lot, even
if she has a couple of these.