The beginning of Rhys' story

Rhys (on top) and Eedy

This story isn't going to start at the beginning.  At some point, we'll go back and talk about how Eedy came to us and what it has meant.

But I am starting this blog for Rhys.  It's intended to document the ups and the downs of our journey together -- which we hope to be a long one.

Today is Tuesday, January 9, 2018.  We have been fostering Rhys since Friday, January 5.   He began his adult life as RP Robinson, racing from the time he was 15 months old until a month before his second birthday.  From all accounts, he enjoyed life as a greyhound athlete.  Unfortunately, an injury cut his career short.  He ended up in Utah and was placed in a home three months after his retirement.  Over the following months, he learned to be a house dog.  But there were some issues and he ended up being returned to the adoption group after less than a year.

Enter the Knaphus family -- Rene, Doug, Eedy (the senior greyhound), Callie (the REALLY senior tabby cat at 18), Princess (tabby cat age 14), Chris and Jesse (hoomans that don't live in the same house but love us just the same). Eedy joined the Knaphus family in August 2016. Within a month or so, we decided he would like to have another greyhound (and that we probably needed another one).  We told the adoption group that we wanted on the list for number 2.

At the beginning of January 2018, we talked with the group about Rhys.  The previous owners had returned him because he was growling at them.  He had been in the home of the head of the adoption group for a few weeks and had no issues.  We did know, however, whether he was cat friendly -- which was a requirement.  So he came for a home visit on Wednesday, January 2.  It went very well.  While he showed some interest in the cats (muzzled, of course), a couple swift swats to the face from a grumpy 14-year-old seemed to temper his interest in them.

He is a very sweet guy.

We decided to give him a try -- see if he would really live with the cats and be a good fit with Eedy.  We also knew that we needed to uncover his demons, see how bad they were and try to fix them.

This photo was taken during his visit.  He put himself in the kennel