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Here is a bit about my Greyhound Story
I was very young when we got our first Greyhound, a brindle boy called Lance, this soon became two with a lovely bitch called Rhona, she had scars all over her body and part of her tail missing, but what a beautiful girl she was.
We lost Lance after only having him for a year, after what was a suspected break of his back and he lost the complete use of his back legs. As you all know most Greys love to be around their own kind, and it wasn't long before Rhona started to become pretty down about her mate not being round. Needless to say we went straight back to the Retired Greyhound Home, where we were greeted with a giant white and brindle male called Rio, who was new in after being found abandoned on a motorway and was not doing well in the kennels. We took him home straight away without knowing anything about him, but it turned out out to be a brilliant decision. Rhona and Rio got on brilliantly and they lived happily together for years until ,at the age of 10, Rhona fell very ill and sadly passed away.
We had Rio on his own until the age of 13 where he passed away after failing to beat off pneumonia, mostly due to his old age.
Around 4 months past with us having no Greyhounds, which was too long. Around April 2007 we went on a sponsored walk for Greyhounds, looking for a new Greyhound to take home with us. This was where we met Kiss, a less than two year old white and black Pup who was in a right mess. He was incredibly nervous, and was shaking with fear. We couldn't bare it, so we decided we had the the right home to help this appallingly treated boy.
He had a lot of issues, fear aggression being one of the biggest. We thought the best thing for Kiss would be a confident greyhound companion. So we adopted a two year old white and brindle bitch called Liffey. These two adored each other, and after 7 months of patience with Kiss he started to show the true Greyhound nature that was in him. A playful pup who loved his food and toys and now became excited for his walks whereas before he would just cower.
At this time my Grandmother who also had an older Greyhound called Bonnie, could no longer look after her because of illness. We were unsure if we could take Bonnie as we had never had 3 greyhounds before. It seems the decision was made for us, as one day while out on a walk Kiss had a stroke and lost the use of his bag legs. They said they could send him to a neurologist, but it was unlikely they could do anything and with him being a very nervous dog, we knew this was not for kiss. We had to make the heart wrenching decision to put him to sleep.
This left us with 3 year old Liffey and the obvious decision of taking my Grandmothers Bitch, Bonnie. Unusual how these things work out.
They were brilliant together and the younger Liffey bought the life out of Bonnie, they used to play so rough together.
Unfortunately more bad news was round the corner as after only 5 months of taking on Bonnie she became ill and passed away at the age of 10.
This time around we wasted no time in going and getting a companion for Liffey. A large blue and white Male called Diego, aged 4. Two soon became 3 as we adopted an average sized Black Bitch called May aged 5.
These 3 now live happily together and I am pleased to say we hope to be adopting another Greyhound next week, a 9 year old bitch called Twinkle.
Sorry for the long winded opening post, I was on a bit of roll once I started writing.
Here are pictures of Diego, May and possibly our new addition to the pack Twinkle.
I hope to post some personal pictures of our dogs soon.
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Hello from South Carolina! All your hounds are just grogeous!
I loved reading your introductory post!
from Nottingham!
