I would like to share this secret with you all: I love Ibizan Hounds. When my finances are more secure and I can afford a third dog, I want that dog to be an Ibizan Hound.
This is a want, not a need. I have met a grand total of one Ibizan Hound and, like the first Pit Bull I met, I fell in love. He had a pink-nose, a patchy eye, and a gentle, if not sometimes excitable, temperament. He hated cats with a passion but loved dogs of all sizes. He ran like the wind, beauty and elegance wrapped into one lithe, muscular package. And I wanted to steal him. He was the perfect size, not too small, not too large, and he exemplified fragile sturdiness.
The only other Ibizan I have seen was one running a lure course, and I saw firsthand joy embodied.
I have met Greyhounds, Pharaoh Hounds, Salukis, Wolfhounds, Deerhounds, Afghans and Borzois and none have ever struck a chord in my heart like those two Ibizans (one of whom I never actually met!)
I will not buy a dog. I just cannot bring myself to. So, I will have to rely on the universe's assistance in aligning the stars in such a way that at the right moment in my life and in some needy Ibizan Hound's life, we will meet and I will snorgle an Ibizan of my very own. If it happens while Mina is still alive, I eagerly await people thinking they are related. I can call Mina an Ibizabull Terrier or the Ibizan a Pit Bullizan. Good times will be had. Celeste will call the dog a stupid head and learn to cohabitate with another pink-nosed canine. Life will be good.
