Floridians: Vote Today to Save Racing Dogs Like Mine
Bowie, my 85-pound retired racing greyhound, sneaks undetected into our bed every night while my girlfriend and I sleep. He lies directly perpendicular to the two of us, then nestles in, stretching his gangly, two-and-a-half-foot-long legs out in both directions. I usually wake up dangling precariously off the side of the bed or shoved against our bedroom wall.