We have two Italian Greyhounds (affectionately referred to as IGs). Dixie was two when we brought Yankee home. I read that IGs are happier with another animal and thought that another IG would be half as much trouble and twice as much fun. After a few days of establishing a pack order the two became great friends.
For those not familiar with IGs, they are about scale of the famous racetrack breed. In their finest form they look half-starved, even though it may look cruel to most pet owners, thats when they are the most active and truly happiest. A pound or two slows them down tremendously and even becomes dangerous.
They are fearless leapers. No matter how many times I try to explain to them Newtons Laws of Gravity, it does no good. Heart-stopping stories abound over the internet chat rooms about their Superman like tendencies. The extra weight increases the risk of broken bones.
They are also tremendous jumpers. In her hey-day Dixie could jump straight up over 6 feet high to grab a snack. At will she could jump flat-footed on to the dining room table, landing as soft as a butterfly with sore feet.
But more than anything, those long thin...