Introducing Sacha the Italian Greyhound

Despite the weather being cold and rainy today in the Midwest, I thought I'd revert to the present and introduce my big sister, Sacha. Felicia says I have a crush on Sacha.



Sacha is the Italian Greyhound of the family, and Felicia calls Sacha her "problem child." Felicia saw her first Italian Greyhound puppy in Palm Beach four years ago
at the Ritz Carlton there. It was running in a circle outside the ground level hotel rooms. It ran for twenty minutes straight, around and around and around.


You might have thought that after having see this, Felicia would have thought twice about adding a dog like that to her doggie family. But you would be wrong. As they say, decide in haste, repent at leisure.


Felicia saw an adorable, tiny Italian Greyhound puppy on vacation, and without reading up on the breed, or even remem-bering the racing part of that cute puppy back in Palm Beach, she impulsively bought Sacha. Sacha turned from an adorable, loving little baby to a behemoth with gigantic legs that carried her like a whirlwind all over Felicia's house, yard, neighborhood.


All of a sudden, doors could not be left open. If anyone left the house, they had to watch that Sacha did not slip out and go chase a squirrel. Once, Sacha took off to chase a squirrel and actually caught the squirrel. Sacha did not really know what to do with the squirrel that lay on its back under her paws, but the squirrel was not so indecisive. The squirrel quickly bit Sacha in the nose. And Felicia had to get Sacha off the squirrel without getting bit herself.


Despite this, when Sacha is not racing around the yard, or getting loose from her collar and running across the street to catch vermin, she is occasionally quite lovely to look at. Unfortunately, this is all too seldom. When we think of Sacha, we think of a dog that leaps up the stairs and onto a bed in a split second. And as she hates the cold weather, it's not so easy to get her outside to do her business either. But her are pictures of Sacha, and as you see, she is a lovely sculpture. And I love to follow her around. She's my big stister, as India used to say.