Corey's foster mom here, I just wanted to share that even though there were severe thunderstorms recently, Corey couldn't have cared less. The thunder really started to get going right around bed time and sleep was far more improtant to him then than the weather, he looked up once and then went straight to dreamland. My Gracie was the same, greyhounds really do treasure their retirement.
Corey really is a sweet boy and loves to play, he keeps going well after my arm ties of throwing the ball/toy/anything that squeaks. He still walks wonderfully with me and Gracie around the neighborhood, and is friendly to everyone he meets. I have struck up many conversations with neighbors because I had them by my side.
Till the next time!