Welcome to my "Greyt" life. I live for Greyhounds because
mine have brought me immense joy.
My Love for Greys Began
of my greyhounds, Shiraz and Buffett came from a racetrack like thousands
of other Greyhounds from around the country. My love of Greyhounds
began in 1995. I was working as a TV reporter covering a story on
a Women's Entrepreneur event. There was a small booth packed full
of Greyhounds sponsored by a rescue group working on finding these
sweet, gentle dogs homes. I had never been to a track or knew anyone
with a Greyhound until this day. I was completely amazed by how these
dogs were curled up, calm, quiet, and happy as could be. Content as
couch potatoes, who would have guessed that in their previous life
they were flying around a racetrack at forty miles an hour! They were
friendly and patient with everyone they met -from the elderly to kids.
When they licked my hand and didn't bark -it was true love.
home thinking about them and I didn't know it, but they had burned
their way into my subconscious. Even though I had dogs of mixed breeds,
rabbits, turtles, mice, and other animals as pets growing up, other
than this event, I hadn't been exposed to Greys -they're just not
dogs you see on the street that much (luckily, that's changing.) For
the next six years, my personal life just didn't allow for a dog.
But then we moved into a dog-friendly building in NYC and next thing
I knew, one morning at 3 am I awoke and blurted out - it's time for
My First Greyhound
we were living in a 4th floor walk-up on crowded Sixth Avenue. We
went online to www.gfwGreyhounds.org (Greyhound Friends West, in CT)
where there were many beautiful Greyhounds. A few weeks later, Elizabeth
Johnson, one of the group's organizers, called me in April 2001 and
said "I think I have a dog for you." Those were the words
of an angel. She introduced me to Valley Aspen whom we renamed Shiraz
after our favorite wine. Shiraz was outgoing and social; she loves
the bustling city life and can't wait to head outdoors for walks on
the streets and visits to the dog runs. On one walk, she even caught
a pigeon in her mouth! I persuaded her to let it go, which she did,
definitely get in your blood. Like many others who "go Grey"
we were not able to stop at one and delved into "chipping."
(This practice comes from the old potato chip commercial -Betcha can't
just have one!) And although now living in a studio apartment with
one dog should have been enough, after 2 ½ years, we adopted
a second Greyhound. Shiraz now shares our home with puppy greyhound