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First came Fonzi's adoption, then came volunteering and then fostering. After having from 50 to 60 greyhounds through our home, I realized that these dogs were very special. Maybe racing wasn't so bad.
We went in search of our racer and Flocko was our boy.
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On our first visit to the greyhound farm, adorable puppies surrounded us. But one, captured my attention. A blue and white three month bundle of energy was playing in the field.
Minnie became our second racer.
Minnie became our second racer.
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