“Nutmeg went from being malnourished and frightened to learning that she was safe and healthy.
She became a vivacious diva.
She was both regal and goofy.
She had a giant overbite which made her look like a dork.
But, she also looked regal, like something out of European aristocracy (as the greyhounds often look).
I adopted Diego while I still had Nutmeg.
I wanted a baby and my husband (at the time) wasn’t right for the job. He was neither willing nor capable.
I had more love to give and I rescued another greyhound; Diego.
At first, Nutmeg couldn’t be bothered with Diego, but he has this sweet genuine quality and eventually she gave in.
Diego would stand by Nutmeg, guarding her.
She was his queen. It was phenomenal to watch.”