| Bart the little RASCAL:
Apricot; neutered male; toy poodle; whelped 14 Oct 92; when I purchased him
from his original owners he was two years old. In less than three years,
Rascal and his mate had already produced three (accidental) litters. I walked
into the little house where his family lived and sat down to watch the
interaction. Rascal jumped into my lap and stayed there. When I came back
with my husband, he jumped into his lap and we knew he was going home with
us. He's now dad's best friend and they watch TV together for hours. When
Dad shuts off the TV, Rascal knows it's bedtime.
NOLLA:
Blue Fawn piebald; spayed female; age Unknown (approx.
6-7 years old); Italian Greyhound. After getting involved in greyhound rescue,
I would show up at the local animal shelter looking for greyhounds. On one
such occasion a worker spotted me and asked if I would be interested in an
Italian Greyhound. I had seen Spanish and Hungarian Greyhounds but had no
idea what was coming next. Nolla had been to this shelter four times, returned
because she did not do well with large dogs. She went home with a greyhound
volunteer (actually four) and finally was returned to me.
Blarneystones Smokin' Joe, JC (SMOKEY):
neutered male, white with black, whippet, whelped 21
Apr 87. At age 9, his family decided he didn't suit them. He did well with
his foster home at first, but then, being a unaltered male, showed his alpha
tendencies. After trying to place him, it was decided that he had to be put-down.
I was contacted, but had some reservations about taking up a foster spot
with a non-greyhound. When I discussed this with the president of our adoption
group and asked him what I should do, his response was "go get your dog".
CBen (BEN):
white w/black, greyhound, neutered male, whelped
1 Jun 92. I started fostering greyhounds as companionship for the little
toy poodle Rascal. I found a flyer for greyhound adoption at my groomer's.
I was going to just do some volunteer work, so I went to a information booth
to get info and supplies. There I met this beautiful woman and her extraordinary
dogs, and I was hooked. My husband attended one booth and went home and built
a dog run. We fostered several dogs before Ben came to us. Beautiful and
bashful, he came to be our foster and stayed, because no one ever saw his
face. He would hide it under other dogs, furniture, people, whatever. He
was so shy, he was with us a year before he learned basic obedience. Now
eight years old, he is learning to play with people, mostly just Mom, but
he no longer ducks when toys are thrown or runs away when his name is called.
Recently, Ben has discovered that he can find his favourite thing (food) on
the counter, and if there's no one around, he can get it himself. |
