| Amount of texts to »Greyhound« | 32, and there are 29 texts (90.62%) with a rating above the adjusted level (-3) |
| Average lenght of texts | 114 Characters |
| Average Rating | 2.094 points, 11 Not rated texts |
| First text | on Apr 12th 2000, 21:02:56 wrote Groggy groove about Greyhound |
| Latest text | on Nov 29th 2024, 02:04:51 wrote Emma Example about Greyhound |
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on Nov 29th 2024, 02:04:51 wrote
on Nov 29th 2024, 02:04:44 wrote
on Nov 29th 2024, 02:04:48 wrote |
Greyhounds are like lightning come to life- flashes of electricity. Watching one run is like watching an angel work, and when they stop and come up to you for attention it's like cuddling a ghost, their silvery grey fur damp with sweat.
They are beauty in dog form, slender, sleek and graceful. I've only met one before, but it made such an impression on me I had to write here.
I met a man on the Greyhound bus. He was a truck driver, for once not driving, but sitting and waiting while someone else brought him where he had to go. He told me about his daughter. He seemed so proud.
When I was a kid, my parent's friends had a greyhound. His name was Caesar. Caesar really liked to get out in the open country and chase rabbits. He would chase them and easily run them down. One day we were all out watching Caesar chase rabbits when, all of a sudden, he slowed way down, came loping over to where everyone was, laid down and died. I guess he overdid it.
I've been thinking recently that I'd like to go to the dogs; not necessarily because I imagine that I'd enjoy the experience. It's just that it would probably be one.
Let me see the greyhound in the heart...as Roy Clark has seen it...bound up with God and loss and the epic of the self concealing love from itself.
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