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Nancy lives as the caretaker for and at the mercy of four, soon to be five, retired racing greyhounds in Sometimes Sunny South Carolina.

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Wednesday, July 28, 2004
 
27 January 2002
Boy...what a weekend. Profile here. Momma rarely lets me write, but I thought I'd just jump in here and tell you about the GIRLS that were here Saturday night. A woman that Momma calls Miss Loretta (and Hunk calls The Nice Lady) came to the house with THREE GIRLS in her car. I saw them from Momma's bedroom window and BOY did they smell good! And they were pretty too, especially one named Princess. She was stunningly white with the prettiest red on her head...and she had an attitude that only I can truly understand. We got to go out with them for a minute, until one of them got upset and nearly caused a fight. What a baby. My poor darling Princess got a nasty scrape on the back of her leg, but she and Jane looked like ANGELS jumping over the brick wall in the middle of the yard. I don't know what happened to them though...by the time I got back down to the basement they were gone.

Anyway, I really liked having Miss Loretta here. She slept on the sofa and I decided to be a good host and warm her feet for a bit. I must have fallen asleep, because when I woke up it was dark and Bo wasn't in the den! He usually gets to sleep out there alone and I have to fight for space in the bedroom-den but last night *I* got to stay out in the den all night and cuddle with Miss Loretta. She really knows how to share space with a hound, better than Momma. Momma is always telling me to move so she can roll over when all I want to do is be close! She'll learn. Anyway, Momma said I was a sweet boy for snuggling with Miss Loretta, but I really liked it! Maybe this means the next time Miss Loretta brings girls to our house I can meet them before they get whisked away?

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