This was our greyhound, Buddy, that we had for eighteen hours. My mom didn't care for him much because of her allergies and because he wasn't mellow like all the other greyhounds we had met before. And after flying home from Virginia and staying up all night with Buddy, Papa had it when he pooped on the carpet. Buddy was really hyper and didn't seem too happy with us. My parents thought he would be happier in another home with other dogs. My sister, brother, and I were all devastated when we returned him. I don't think we're gonna get another dog. I hope Buddy found a better home.
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