Many years ago, long before various other breeds that started coming from abroad became fashionable, the only hounds in Greece were these, the Greek ones.
Thin, black with tan, maybe even a little white at times, and with that black stripe on the head that starts wide from above, like a parting, and thins as it descends downwards and disappears between the eyes. That stripe that makes these dogs always have a look of sadness.
Every time we meet such a dog it is like we travel back in time.
He found himself with a rope tied around his neck, thin and confused, wandering here and there in a village, looking for something, without knowing what exactly. He would stop outside houses and yards, and look inside, at people and their lives, lives of which he was not a part of.
He was not one of those hounds that roamed alone without approaching anyone, but a social animal, requiring human contact. Wherever he lived and however he lived, he somehow socialized, and we want to help him find the family he needs
He is house trained and excellent. He is clean, obedient, and quiet. He lives with two cats, goes out for a walk, sleeps in his bed, and eats his food when you serve it. He is very good with other dogs, and of course with people and with everyone and everything. He is healthy, very young, and ready for his forever home.
