This journal entry is to celebrate and share with you all my wonderful Greyhound Kovic:
I got him about a year and a half ago. He is a retired racing dog- which is a hilarious thing to think about because, for all his beauty and grace while he's got some space to roam in, the majority of the time he's a slow, clumsy, earnest, awkward, anxious, stinky ball (on stilts) of domesticated love.
If you're looking to adopt/rescue a dog, especially if you want a bigger breed, I would absolutely recommend retired racing Greyhounds, 1000%. My apartment isn't big at all and even though he is pretty large (even by the breed's standards), he does just fine. Greyhounds are low-maintenance and quiet (I've hardly ever heard him bark), and while mine is bright he's no trouble-maker. And there are a -lot- of perfectly-good Greyhounds coming off the tracks all the time who need and deserve good, loving homes.
I would recommend Kovic himself except he's extremely taken. Forever and ever. By me. Huzzah.