August 13th 2007 5:09 pm
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Thirty years ago I wanted an Afghan Hound. I'd went to shows, studied the breed and decided it had all the personality traits that I could appreciate. I was still living with my parents then and Mom pulled rank on me. We ended up with an English Bulldog, Mom's house, Mom's money, Mom's choice. Fair enough, Angel was a doll and we all enjoyed her company very much. Life goes on, and on.......Three years ago I went through cancer treatment, it sent me on a mission to realize certain things in my life that I had not accomplished. I had the space, 6 ft fence, and a good job to be able to afford the cost of owning a pet. I convinced my significant other that an Afghan Hound wasn't just a pretty face in the AKC ring...they were so much more...fierce hunters, gazehounds...I took him to a Lure Coursing event and he was hooked. Pretty good for being a 'Retriever' man all his life. At the Lure Coursing event we met up with a couple that have the top 2 Afghan Coursers in the country. They mentored us and we ended up with a 7 yr old male that came out of Central Florida Afghan Hound Rescue Christmas of 2005. His owner had ended her own life, very sad, he'd been with her for alot of years. He was out of a litter of 14 from the Lakeland Florida area...owner/breeders that had dollar signs in their eyes. When he didn't pan out in the ring he was expendable, but it was clear he ended up with a person that loved him, she just didn't love herself and the world enough to continue on. We have him now, he's everything I ever imagined and more. He's a wonderful kind hearted soul that was obviously loved and pampered very much. So that's Chewy's beginning with us. We got him a gal pal this past June, rescued a female Affie that needed to be re-homed, but that's another profile.
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