“My in-laws adopted a rescue greyhound and he was a sweet dog.
We got Marcello because we love the greyhound (whippets, Italian Greyhounds) breed.
We got him from a breeder, but not for lack of trying to rescue.
We wanted to adopt or rescue, but we didn’t qualify. We didn’t have a closed in yard or enough funds to prove to the rescue groups that we would be good dog owners.
The hardest time that we’ve had since we got him was during my unemployment.
It was the middle of a cold winter and I was struggling. He literally, got me out of bed, because I had to walk him.
He’s comforting in the way a teddy bear is comforting. He lets me hold him and he keeps very still. He talks to me with his eyes. I think he asks me, what I need from him.
If I am grumpy he knows to keep away. If I am feeling joyful he jumps up and gives me hugs.
He is intuitive.
He’s like our little kid. We feel maternal and paternal towards him.
He keeps us grounded. One of us has to go home and walk him. He’s about responsibility. We are homebodies and he is part of our little unit.
We went on our honeymoon with him. We drove across country with him. He didn’t like hot springs, but he loves hiking. He had a girlfriend in Wyoming. Her name was Bobbie and she was a Corgi Chow mix.
He’s very social and he helps us meet people all the the time. My husband and I are very shy.
He’s the referee, like me. He’s a mediator at the dog park.
None of us like conflict.”