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 what I read, 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.

The first was CityBoy.  He was about 100 lbs (Most male greyhounds max out at around 75-80 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 basically 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. Irene was good for Tigger because she came into the house as a dog who was fresh off of the track. She pushed him and as a result, he dropped a few pounds. She is a sweet dog, althought she is afraid of most people.

Tigger passed away while lying on his couch on June 25, 2007. Irene was really moping around, so we got her a dog named Opportunity. He's a very sweet dog.