This is Shayda when he was young, with our second Afghan, named Nattie.
They liked to play rough!

One of Shayda's first Christmases in our new house. About 10 years ago.

Shayda didn't like the water much, but liked his infaltable raft even less!

One of Shayda's favorite Christmas ties.

Shayda and Mary when we used to have a lake cottage.

Shayda when he was still a puppy.

Shayda's favorite chair.

Shayda about 12 years ago with his stockpile of toys.

Shayda's favorite bed.

This is Faruki, our first Afghan Hound. We got him from the Humane Society. He lived a full life, too.

This is Khan, our fourth Afghan Hound. He is 5 years old now. He was given to us by the lady who grooms
our dogs. She has many fine Afghan Hounds, and others dogs, too. She has won a lot of prizes with
them, both in shows and coursing. She has the finest rapport with dogs I have ever seen.

This is me and Mary with Khan and Shayda. Khan still thought I was a chew-toy then.

This is Nattie, our second Afghan Hound. She was given to us to keep Faruki company.

Here are Shayda and Nattie and Faruki sharing their waterbed with Mary.

Shayda was sort of a rescue dog. He was part of the remnant of a litter which - through
a string of unforeseen circumstances which was not the fault of the breeder - was scheduled to be
put to sleep. Through the Puppy Underground he came to Mary and Nattie and Faruki and I instead.

Good fortune for all of us.

Mostly Shayda just ambled on through life. He had everyone so under his paw
that I imagine we bored him most of the time.