When I was in high school, my mom left out her Readers' Digest for me because there was an article about Greyhounds (She often left out things that had to do with animals). The article basically explained the problem with how greyhound racing is a big money maker, and the result is that most of the dogs are killed. An example was given in the article where a truckload of dogs were found dumped in Florida; the dogs were all shot, and there ears were cut off so the owners could not be traced (Racing Greyhounds have a serial number tattooed in their ears, and are registered with the National Greyhound Association)
I was horrified by this, and learned that greyhounds are not vicious or high strung, but are affectionate couch potatos. I knew then that whenever I was out on my own, I would get a greyhound.
I have since had two greyhounds. The first was City Boy. He was about 100 lbs (Most male greyhounds max out at around 75 lbs). Although he was heavy, he wasn't fat; you could always see his rib cage. He was outgoing and loved to play. He was basicly me in dog form.
After City Boy Passed away, we got Tigger. This
was a perfect name for him because he is a bouncy brindle. Although
is nothing like City Boy, he was another perfect dog. He plays different than CB,
but he is such a joy. I've got a whole bunch of Tigger stories!!!
On March 21, 2003 we took on a small fawn female named Irene on a 'trial' basis. We had her for two days and decided to make it permanant. I'll be adding a page for her in the near future, as well as some pics. Let's just say that she and Tigger are tearing up the back yard pretty good!!
Tigger passed away while lying on his couch on June 25, 2007.
