It was purely by accident that we adopted the greyhounds. Soon after I lost my cocker spaniel, Joe saw a minute-long blurb on the local news about a greyhound adoption group. We had been married only a couple months, but we knew that we would eventually get a dog (I was thinking another cocker and he was thinking beagle), especially after Freckles died.
Joe liked what he saw about greyhound adoption, and kept mentioning it. I wasn't ready, but decided to go to an adopt-a-thon with him. I had never even seen a greyhound in person before, and didn't know that they'd be so big (Santa's Little Helper on the Simpson's looks about the size of a whippet, so that's what I was expecting).
Well, the dogs won us over in a heartbeat, especially timid, nose-drippin' Paula.

I love the breed temperment so much! These dogs, though all so different in personality, completely suit my lifestyle! I plan to always have greyhounds in my home and in my heart!

Pup, of course, was not a chosen breed, since we found her. I love her demeanor towards people - so is so sweet and loves EVERYONE! Her only faults are her aggression towards other dogs, and the fact that she is rather, um, yappy. I don't know if these are breed traits for spitz types, or if it's just her nature. Things might be different with her if we had her from the time she was weaned.