Hello! My name is Logan, but they also call me Boo and Prancer (especially around Christmas time). I am an 8-year-old Italian Greyhound, and I live in the front half of Herons Glen on Embarcadero. I am so excited to tell you all about me and my family.
My mom and dad got me when I was a year old from a breeder who raises show dogs in Texas. Apparently, I didn’t make a good show dog because my “behind” was too small. Frankly, I think it’s cute and mom and dad think so too.
The handoff is another funny story. It just so happened that the breeder was coming to Orlando, so my mom met us up there. When the lady opened the back of the vehicle, four dogs jumped out and ran to the nearest grassy area. My mom was freaking out thinking we were all taking off. Well, as soon as we did our business, we all ran back and jumped in the vehicle – safe and sound. We’re pretty smart dogs.
More about me, I like to go for morning walks. Mom and I stick to the front half of the Glen, and I always walk right beside her. I never really get tired; we can go for up to two miles. When we do make the turn to go home, that’s when I take the lead because I know once we get there, I get a treat. Yay me!
My favorite toys are stuffed animals that are Christmas and New Year’s themed. I must like that time of year. Other than playing with these toys, I’m very happy to sit on the back of the couch and look out our window. It is such a beautiful community, and we love it here.
I’m also a sniffer/tickler, not a licker (that’s disgusting). When my grandmother lived with us, I would wake her up in the morning with, you guessed it, my sniffer. Maybe I’m not a licker for a good reason, you see I have a lot of teeth, but I also lost a lot of teeth. It seems my breed does not create enough saliva, ergo, not a licker or for that matter, a biter. My mom brushes my teeth regularly to try and keep what I have left because I do like my treats.
Oh, I have a very good disposition too. I’ve been told I’m a lover. I have two girlfriends, Pinky and Soco (short for Southern Comfort). When I know they’re approaching my house, I get so excited. I love their company, heck, I love all my neighbors. I guess it’s true, I am a lover.
Strange but true, I am not a golf cart dog. I can’t sit still long enough to enjoy the ride. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not necessarily hyper, I just prefer to walk. However, I rest just fine in a regular vehicle on my way to get much needed allergy shots—keeps my skin from being itchy you know.
I am partial to momma, but when she’s not around in the morning, I’m all about dad. He sneaks me treats of cheese and crackers; shhhh, don’t tell mom. Speaking of mom and dad, they are getting ready to go on a weekend adventure, without me. I think it’s funny that mom has to pack her clothes in the garage because I won’t stay out of the suitcase. They don’t get it, I want to go too.
Well, enough about me. I hope if you see me out walking, stop and say hello. I may seem a little nervous at first, but it doesn’t take me long to warm up! I’m a lover you know.
Note from the author: I fell in love with this dog. He is so sweet and loving. And I agree, his “behind” is cute. I tried to buy him, and I think that’s when the interview ended.
