So, how do you like Padauk?
Kind of a handsome fellow, isn’t he? Sixty-seven pounds, three years old, retired because of an injured rear muscle (supposedly). Cats: C (i.e., don’t go off and leave Puss’N’Boots alone with this thing). “I am a sweet, quiet boy who likes to be petted but I am a bit reserved when I first meet you.”
Read: “Typical greyhound personality, fresh out of the racetrack kennels.” They start to take on more character as they get adjusted to living with humans. Sometimes the character is very entertaining.
This is the dawg the Greyhound Rescue Lady would like to fix up with me and the Queen of the Universe. M’hijito also prefers him, based on eyeballing his photo and description. Me, I think if the C applies only to cats and not to corgis, he looks good. Very good.
Another one of GRL’s candidates is Smoke:
How cute can you get? Awwww…. It’s hard for a grey to get its ears to stick up like that. I’d like to see if he does that all the time or if he’s just staring at a rabbit-rabbit-rabbit. Two years, sixty-five pounds, Cats B; retired for ankle injury. “I am a sweet and loving boy who really likes people and petting. I am doing great with the kitties and other greyhounds in my foster home and quickly learning to be a good pet.”
Cat rating B, eh? Less likely to grab the Queen, but also less likely to chase Other Daughter’s accursed Kitty out of the yard and off the front patio. Two years may be a little young. Though adult greys make mellow companions whose preferred pastime is loafing, greyhound pups can be pretty energetic. Until they mature, they need a lot of exercise. Once they’ve attained their full splendor, though, they’ll live on your couch quite contentedly.
Now check out this gent, creatively named “Big Guy”:
That coloring is called “black brindle.” Is he beautiful or is he not beautiful?????? GRL had a reason why she didn’t think he was ideal for Cassie’s and my situation…I can’t recall what it was, but it made sense at the time she was explaining.
Big Guy was retired because he evinced no interest in chasing mechanical rabbits. Instead, he ran off the track. His owners imagined he had a vision problem, but subsequent veterinary examinations have found no such thing. In fact, it appears that Big Guy simply has better sense than to chase a robot rabbit around in circles. Sixty-seven pounds. Cats: B. “I am a tall, gorgeous black brindle boy with striking white markings. I am quiet but not shy and like to be petted.”
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You need a greyhound!!!
That’s because everyone needs a greyhound! These are the most wonderful dogs ever. You simply could not get a better pet. Even if you think a goldfish is the ideal pet, a greyhound is better.
If you live in Arizona, get in touch with Arizona Adopt-a-Greyhound, the grande dame of greyhound rescue in the Southwest. Elsewhere, google “greyhound rescue” + your state, and up will come a bunch of organizations seeking homes for retired racing greyhounds.
Get. A. Greyhound.
There seems to be a rash of adopting greyhounds! Adorable as they are, if I were in the market for another dog, it’d have to be a somewhat less mellow pup. I need a dog that will more than just deign to receive my attention. 🙂
They’re so kind and gentle…
LOL! I’m pretty much doggy-gingered out, myself. I can’t even contemplate having to cope with another dog that wishes, with all its furry heart, to eviscerate the neighbor’s pooch. Or another puppy whose lifetime goal is to eat ALL the planting in the backyard. 😀
Greyhounds are fantastic dogs. I was never a fan until a friend of mine adopted 2 “retired” racing dogs. They are loving and sweet and mellow. They can even be trained out of the cat-hate thing. (Plus, I love all the brindle colors – every shade of brown, gray, black, cream, whathave you. They’re just so pretty!)
If I ever have a yard and can think about adopting a dog, a rescue greyhound would be high up on my list of candidates.
They are beautiful animals. One of our neighbors to the back (we share the lake in the backyard, so have views into one another’s pool cages from afar) adopted one a couple of years ago and I remember when I first saw it. I called out to Mr PoP, “Looks like the neighbors got a pony!”
But so nice and well behaved. The dog accompanies her (or vice versa) on walks several times a day. Just lovely.
Few dogs are as sympatique as a greyhound.
They’re very strange, though. They have a weird metabolism, unlike any other domestic dog — which means you have to find a vet who understands that barbiturate-based anaesthetics can kill a grey, and who knows the breed’s other rather startling quirks. See http://www.arizonaadoptagreyhound.org/?page_id=161 , for example.
One of my friends is very active in greyhound rescue and has fostered several. I wish I could get another dog, but my current one is of the “I’m terrified of other dogs, so I will go into attack mode” persuasion. I know I could get her to cooperate and live with another dog (she’s done it before, when she as added as the second dog), but most adoption agencies don’t see it that way. My dog is incredibly healthy at 10 1/2 (just had her at the vet’s yesterday for a check in), so I’m sure it will be a few years before we could bring another dog in our lives. At least she’s sweet with people so we can have friends and guests visit us.
Anna the GerShep was also dog-averse…turns out it’s a characteristic of the breed. (Argh!!!) And yes, this is the dog that would grin and wag cheerfully to lure The Other over and then, as soon as it was within grabbing reach, would lunge at its throat.
However, weirdly, I was able to get her to accept Walt the Greyhound, with the help of SDXB. What we did was first to muzzle Walt (they come with this plastic muzzle thing) and then have SDXB stand out on the curb with Walt leashed. Then I went inside, muzzled Anna with a REAL muzzle, and leashed her.
I walked Anna out to the curb as SDXB stood out there with Walt. The shepherd, of course, was already mightily unhappy about the muzzle, but the sight of a target…uhm, another dog distracted her. She really was very focused on ridding the world of other people’s dogs.
So when she got out there, she kinda growled at him. He did whatever dogs do to signal abject submission short of falling on the ground with his feet in the air — I don’t recall his reaction, but it must have been interpreted as slavish. We kind of circled around him, then we came back so she could sniff him all over. This went on for awhile.
We removed Walt’s muzzle.
Nothing happened.
We walked the dogs into the house.
Nothing happened.
Finally, braced for the worst, we took Anna’s muzzle off.
And, INCREDIBLY, nothing happened.
They were bosom buddies from then on. And really, I have no explanation for it.
For the first few weeks, I separated them when I had to leave them in the house. After awhile, I slowly experimented with letting them be together a few minutes at a time. No mayhem ever ensued.
Anna never stopped trying to exterminate OTHER other dogs, though. 😉