By MIKE ARGENTO, Daily Record/Sunday News
The first time I saw Homer, I didn't know he was going to be my dog. He knew it, though.
We were in the yard at Nittany Greyhounds near State College. He saw me and ran over, clacking his teeth, jumping up and down on his front legs and barking. I remember thinking that the greyhound people said these dogs don't bark.
Apparently, nobody told Homer that.
He wasn't supposed to be my dog. My then-girlfriend Cine -- now my wife -- had always wanted a greyhound. She read books about them and was all prepared to get a greyhound. She liked the idea of rescuing a dog that was seen as a disposable commodity.
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