Greyhound Mania [10.11.08]

Once we arrived at Bethany Beach, one of the first locales we visited was the boardwalk. Since we are all poor college students, none of us had the intention of spending an obscene amount of money. However, during our window-shopping, we happened to pass a greyhound. And then another. And then three more. We kept walking...and kept passing an outrageous amount of greyhounds. Finally, my friend blurted out what we were all thinking. "What is this?" Her sister jokingly replied. "Maybe it's greyhound weekend or something." After a few short giggles, we realized the actual reliability of that last statement and halted. Since I was the most outgoing and there were more than enough resources to work with, I buckled: "Fine. I'll ask someone." I walked up to the next greyhound and asked its owner bluntly: "So what's up with all of these greyhounds? Is it greyhound weekend or something?" He replied, matter-of-factly, "Why, yes it is!" Half of me was not expecting that reply, so I uncomfortably say, "Oh...well, alright then. I was just curious, you know, because my friends and I saw a lot of greyhounds." "Well, it's to raise awareness of the specific health problems that greyhounds face during their lifetimes. They can't speak, so we're speaking for them." Like an oaf, I said, "Well, that makes sense. I was just seeing a lot of dogs." I thanked the old fogey, and he and his dog went on their way.