This is an article that was sent to my parents back in the '70's. Funny, isn't it?
Life with a sighthound is unique. Whereas, most dogs rely primarily on their ears and are always hearing things far off, the sighthound relies primarily on her eyes.
This morning, I sat in the grass and watched what Riagan watched. First a flock of birds in the sky. Then, her head turned and trekked a hawk who glided high and quiet above us. I'd never have noticed him myself, but she locked in a steady gaze.
What did she see that I didn't? Could she make out the pattern on his feathers, the look in his eye? I only saw his shape.
What does the world look like through the eyes of a sighthound?
