Walk into the adoption kennel at Wheeling Downs, and see the walls lined with crates, stacked in two tiers. Each crate holds a greyhound—brindle, fawn, white with markings, black… One by one, those dogs come out of the crates for an “audition.” Each one is wonderful in its own way. One is happy and bouncy, one just wants to be cuddled, one has a injured leg but doesn't care, one has a tail that won't stop wagging…. And they all have those sad, pleading eyes. You want to take them all, but you have to pick just one because you don't have foster homes for more.