Fall Daze

Britt enjoys a beautiful fall afternoon. It's relaxing just to watch her. She spends most of her day seeking out treats and a soft place to lay her head while she dreams about her next walk.

Tess

Tess was a hunter. She was high prey and a bit wild. She was a very loving dog unless you were a squirrel. Between her and Britt a squirrel did not have a chance. Just the mere mention of the "S" word and their skin would crawl. Tess loved standing on the picnic table, it belonged to her. She did not have a problem towering over you as many hounds do. As a sign of respect they generally keep their heads below your's.

Not a sled dog!

Britt has her first taste of real snow. Moving to Idaho required her to pack an extra coat. She enjoyed her walks along the Snake River and especially the ferril cats that would hide in the brush along the shore. Britt nailed one cat so hard it jumped in to the river to get away. That was a lucky cat!

Classical Britt

As she ages Britt just gets more beautiful. When she was adopted Britt was choosen because she was not as pretty as the other dogs. We figured if we were going to save a dog we should pick the one nobody else would want. Beauty was in the eye of the beholder. She is one of the most beautiful and unique Greyhounds I have ever known.