Today, the last day of 2021, and look, I know I already made a post about giving thanks last week. But things in my life have been so abundant with good tidings that I had to make a second.

I’ll try to spin it a different way this time. The thing that has changed since my last post is that I adopted a rescue greyhound. The rescue organisation gives the greyhounds a nickname when they arrive because normally they don’t have one or it’s their racing name. I’ve named mine Morticia, she is a gorgeous black greyhound who is an absolute sweetheart.

Now don’t get me wrong, this is day one of our life together. But I can’t help but be proud and also feel responsible for the cutie. This responsibility is a big one, I’ve never had my own dog before and being a racing greyhound complicates that further. You see, racing dogs know nothing but the track and the kennel; they don’t have any idea about what being a pet means, or that there are other dogs besides greyhounds. Having brought her home, she is still adjusting to this new environment.

I don’t really know what more to say, I feel bound to protect and care for this wonderful creature. I feel as if she is the purrfect partner to bring in the new year with.

I’m so grateful for this opportunity to grow as a person alongside my new roommate.

Don’t worry I will post a number of pictures of her later, but bye for now. Morticia and I are going to chill on the couch.