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I realize I'm prejudiced, but I think
Bermuda (race name Burmar Bermuda) was one of the most
beautiful Greyhounds I've ever seen, inside and out.
He was always happy and never met a human or dog that wasn't
his friend. Although there was one Italian Greyhound once
that I still think he was tasting, not kissing... but it
really was an awfully obnoxious little thing! Bermuda was one determined couch potato. He also insisted that visitors in the house have a hug or two. Everyone was amazed at how gentle he was giving hugs. Shy wasn't crazy about him at first, he was a bit of a "bull in a china shop" at times, but I knew he won her over when I caught them both hanging out on the futon. He was quite a chow-hound. I never found anything he wouldn't eat, so it was always wise to guard your plate. He loved all veggies, lettuce, tomatoes, apples, you name it. Bermuda and Prima Meadow had one litter of
pups. Torri had hoped to breed him to Macs Aunt AJ
(Scooter), but it didn't work out that way. Fortunately for
me, one of his pups, OurKellysKindnes, decided to have a
decent racing career so I could adopt him. He acts a lot
like Bermuda, even though he doesn't look anything like his
dad. To
contact Jan, email
rmgajan@earthlink.net
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