Growing up, the Millards were cat people. We had cats of every stripe imaginable with names such as Poofy, Felicia, Champion, Mookie, Re-Run, Dusty and Smokey. Every now and again La Madre would say that if she had a dog, she would want to rescue a greyhound from the dog races. She always said that when the dogs stopped winning, they would be tossed out in the street, like Santa's Little Helper on The Simpsons.
I never knew anything about greyhound adoption until this afternoon. I went to the pet store to pick up some eats for The Boys and I walked right into two gorgeous greyhounds. Dogs at the pet store is nothing new, but these were in front of a table with what looked like volunteers.
Off-handedly I asked if these were former racing dogs, and one of the men behind an adoption info table actually said yes. The two dogs I met, Whiskey and Rudy, were up for adoption. Then he shoved a pamphlet in my hand.
Le Doug has ix-nayed any more animals in the house, but maybe you have room for some of these beautiful dogs. They're friendly and lean and apparently get along well with cats.
Greyhound Rescue and Rehabilitation
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Go Greyhound
