|George and Grace in Motion|
The dog at the library, was polite and regal, and named Jamie. She looked like she had stepped out of an Egyptian mural from the age of the Pharaohs. I talked to her owner and began to do research, falling more in love with the regal breed even though there was something almost deformed looking to me in the narrow waist and needle nosed look. The strange dog could walk right out of an ordinary collar because her head and neck kept getting narrower as you moved up from the shoulders.
|Grace used to race as "Enchanted Dream"|
Then the World Trade Towers were attacked and flights by small planes without navigational computers were halted for quite a while and That fell through. I still hope those hounds found homes, instead of the early death that many racers face.
|playing with neighbor dog|
|George was getting older but still all heart|
|"Hard Drive Kid" on the tracks, George at home|
Our hounds lived long and happy lives right up until the week they died. George two years ago, and Grace this week. They were such a delight and will live forever in our hearts.
"Say Good-Night Gracie"