My most excellent friend, Benjo, does very well, except when I step back to look at my work and step....on....him.... Which I did twice this morning... he doesn't like to be far away from me.. So. really he is so much better..... sometimes little things come up, like he gets sort of wild in his dreams, and seems to be racing racing, and those legs really go. more than they used to, before Blasto, maybe. but that, too, has settled down some, and the swelling in his rib is about gone. amazing. some panting and harder breathing in the night, but nothing scary, to be honest. When he thrashes in his dreams, I wake him up to slow him down.. and then his heart rate and breathing just go back to quiet..... other than that, the little skin things are not worse. and he has much of his old strong and determined but quiet spirit back. His registered racing name was Clint Run, and I bet they named him that because he is so like Clint Eastwood..... looks like him, too. Steely. Steely Ben. Here they come now, and both are smiling and expressing joy. Greyhounds are so expressive. these two are my first. i would do it again. they are very easy to live with. The one thing that I do consistently notice, is that while Bennie isn't so sick any more, he tires soooo easily. Everything gets him a little winded.. Not terrible... But. not Greyhoundish either......They are quiet, but they are strong dogs.
Thank you for asking!