my greyhound experience
My mom adopted a greyhound when her daughters all went off to college. She adopted through an OTT Rescue in Louisiana. She got Pearl, who was just +/- 2 years old. She was a beautiful fawn color with a white chest. She did come house trained, leash trained, crate trained. But she was very shy, didn’t have much interaction with humans prior.
The greyhound rescue recommended that if there are more than one caretaker in the household, that they spend equal amount of time in the beginning with the dog so that they bond equally…otherwise, they will bond with the person they spend the most time with at the beginning. My dad travelled a lot for work, so she became my mom’s dog. She did seem to contradict most of the rescue’s other instructions: don’t let her off the leash, EVER…actually, after the first year, she was better off the leash than on! Don’t let her around cats or bunnies- my mom had both, and she was very passive and submissive around them.
She was a total bed hog, didn’t like to be awakened. She was also a counter surfer. She loved, loved, loved car rides! She was the best barn dog- she used to do laps around the dressage arena and then pass out after about 30 minutes of flat out running. Her bff was the 15lb maltese, who taught her how to play, bark and wag her tail. She hated her dover blanket, it really scared her…but she loved her sweaters. She also had to have her teeth regularly cleaned, apparently gh’s tend to have bad teeth?
She lived for a very, very long time…longer than most greyhounds…and as a Sr. Grand Dame, died of bone cancer.