When there’s a new dog in town
You'd think I know my dog. After all, it's been eight years since my greyhound Elvis entered my heart as a retired ex-racer. Hard to believe my fresh-faced pup is now a gray-muzzled 11-year-old hound, but he remains the love of my life. A bit slower, thanks... Dog - Elvis Presley - Greyhound - Pets - Recreation
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