owner of Gilly (greyhound) & Rusty (the teri-poo terriorist).
I am a Volunteer Adoption Rep with Greyhound Pets of America
Greater Northwest (GPAGNW). Please visit
to learn more or ask me.
Greyhounds can spot a moving object up to a
half-mile away and will more than likely give chase. And when in
chase, greyhounds are unlikely to respond to an owner’s calls.
Which is why they should never be allowed outdoors unsecured.
Leashes and well-fenced yards are necessary for keeping
All greyhounds alive today are descended from a dog called King
Cob, who lived in the 1700s.
Fredrick the Great of Prussia asked in his will to be buried
with his beloved greyhounds - the graves remain today.
Greyhounds are the only breed of dog mentioned in the Bible.
(Proverbs 30:29-31 KJV)
Greyhounds come in 19 different primary colors and more than 55
Greyhounds came to the New World in 1493 on Columbus’s second
Greyhounds are mentioned or featured in 11 of Shakespeare’s
“45 mile-an-hour couch potatoes” and very quiet, very low-key,
a loyal companion best describe them. They could be fat dogs,
as lazy as they are. But instead, the ex-racing dogs have
thin, graceful frames. Greyhounds expend a great deal of energy
on walks or brief runs (they can reach speeds of up to 45 mph in
just three strides). Then they’re tuckered out and ready to
sleep for most of the day… on a cushy bed…sort of like big cats.
They’re very clean, with little doggie odor. Shedding is minor
and some people with allergies have found that they can live
with the greyhounds without problems.
Because ex-racers are raised in kennels around packs of other
dogs and handlers, greyhounds are generally well-socialized.
They are likely to follow their owner everywhere. And because
they are so friendly they make poor guard dogs.
Greyhounds are for the most part indoor dogs. Their thin coats
and minimal body fat make them sensitive to heat (they do not
sweat) and the cold (if you’re cold, they probably are too).
Snuggling up on the couch or in bed is a favorite pastime.
fulfilling life with the now dead prince, she happily sits upon
her rocking chair, watching the world go by from her front
porch, with her old Greyhound named Bob for companionship.
One sunny afternoon out of nowhere, appeared the fairy
godmother. Cinderella said, "Fairy Godmother, what are you
doing here after all these years?"
The fairy godmother replied, "Cinderella,
you have lived an exemplary life since I last saw you. Is there
anything for which your heart still yearns?"
Cinderella was taken aback, overjoyed, and after some thoughtful
consideration, she uttered her first wish: "The prince was
wonderful, but not much of an investor. I'm living hand to
mouth on my disability checks, and I wish I were wealthy beyond
comprehension. Instantly her rocking chair turned into solid
Cinderella said, "Ooh, thank you, Fairy Godmother"
The fairy godmother replied, "It is the least that I can do.
What do you want for your second wish?"
Cinderella looked down at her frail body, and said, "I wish I
were young and full of the beauty and youth I once had." At
once, her wish became reality, and her beautiful young visage
returned. Cinderella felt stirrings inside of her that had been
dormant for years.
And then the fairy godmother spoke once more: "You have one more
wish; what shall it be?"
Cinderella looks over to the frightened dog in the corner and
says, "I wish for you to transform Bob, my old Greyhound, into a
kind and handsome young man." Magically, Bob suddenly underwent
so fundamental a change in his biological make-up that, when he
stood before her, he was a man so beautiful the likes of him
neither she nor the world had ever seen.
The fairy godmother said, "Congratulations,
Cinderella, enjoy your new life." With a blazing shock of
bright blue electricity, the fairy godmother was gone as
suddenly as she appeared. For a few eerie moments, Bob and
Cinderella looked into each other's eyes. Cinderella sat,
breathless, gazing at the most beautiful, stunningly perfect man
she had ever seen. Then Bob walked over to Cinderella, who sat
transfixed in her rocking chair, and held her close in his young
muscular arms. He leaned in close, blowing her golden hair with
his warm breath as he whispered...
"Bet you're sorry you neutered me."