I am Kingston. I am a male of few words. I usually let Mandy do the talking but she talked last time so I guess it’s my turn. I’m old, 12 years 7 months, by greyhound standards. I mostly eat and sleep and go for […]
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Here are a few events happening this weekend and in the near future that not only fund-raise but provide some fun for you and/or with your dog/s. Friday, 12/14 – 5 to 9 pm – Ugly Sweater Fundraiser Wear one or without for the Cherished […]
Twenty years ago today, I adopted my first greyhound. Little did I know how greyhound adoption would alter my life and define it as well.
At the time I was struggling to be self-employed in Southern California and decided I wanted a dog because with my former employment schedules, being a dog parent was not doable. This was 1998 and the Internet was not nearly as robust as it is today with rescue group information. I thought I wanted a poodle because during middle and high school my parents had a toy poodle named Sam.
It was just a fluke how I happened to discover greyhounds as up to that point my only reference was what was painted on the side of a bus.
On the day after Thanksgiving in 1998, a black and white greyhound was brought to my home. Painter and I were both tentative because my experience with dogs was limited and Painter probably thought – who is this crazy woman?
The greyhound adoption group had plied me with tons of information including a home visit. Painter was previously fostered so he already had house manners. At 75 pounds of muscle, I wondered if I made the right decision. After 30 minutes of Painter being in the house with me petting him, I wondered no more. Within an hour I was sobbing although I’m not sure why but Painter touched a part of my soul that nothing else had and that feeling of emotional greyhound saturation has not dissipated in 20 years.
A year later I foster failed with a 2-year-old female greyhound. What was I thinking? While Painter was 99% good boy, Lily hovered in the 60% good dog range. She was a wild child, liked to chew things and was puppy-like until she was 5.
In late 2000, we moved to Tucson where there was then a greyhound race track. I became a volunteer in the local rescue group and made many lifelong greyhound friends. Greyhound rescue is like a cult; we drank the greyt kool aid but didn’t die, instead went on to fund-raise, foster, do outreach and find homes for hundreds of beloved hounds. I also found my voice to speak out about the plight of racing greyhounds and I always will.
Happy Ernie, that would be me. I am 3 years young and am one happy greyhound. My people left me here for a few days and I am happy to be with more greyhounds. I am a big black boy but I am a gentle […]
My name is Millie but Karyn calls me Millie Pillie. What’s a pillie? I like to stay here at A Tucson Tail bed and biscuit dog boarding. Earlier this year I had rectal cancer but I’m better now. And my person can travel again, so […]
I’m Rio. I’m a Portuguese Water Dog (a Portie) but I don’t like to go out in the rain and get wet. But I like to drink cold water out of the pitcher as Karyn pours it into my water bowl like a waterfall. Must always be cold water from the refrigerator.
Karyn said I am the quirkiest guest dog she has ever taken care of.
I consider that an honor. My family went away for a long time and at first, I was timid and kept to myself hiding in the office but now I am the life of the party at A Tucson Tail, senior dog boarding.
In my spare time I like to look outside and watch the world go by. I am a good watch dog. These two resident greyhounds never bark, imagine that? I am old for a Portie (11+ years) but take lots of supplements. I am still frisky. I moved the living room chairs around to my liking but Karyn keeps moving them back. I can be the class clown too. I like hanging with the mellow greyhounds; we are best friends now.
It’s me Furlough. My friends call me “Fur.” My person went on a trip so I’ve been here awhile and go home soon. We chill out a lot and take many naps. I like laying under the ceiling fan.
A few nights ago, I went bat shit crazy with all the loud noises. Scary. Karyn gave us half a pill which calmed her dogs but I was still on high alert. Then she put some piece of clothing on me (a thunder shirt). When that didn’t help, she wrapped my head and covered my ears with a flannel scarf to muffle the booms. Eventually, I relaxed and the noise stopped. Scary.
I like going for walks and meeting the neighbors. Everyone loves me. It’s good to have friends and Daisy and Girlfriend are my best friends. If you want to stay here, you can make your reservation here.
Greetings. My name is Harley Greyhound but you may call me Mr. Harley Greyhound like Karyn does. She also calls me Boyfriend because she says I am tall, dark and handsome – and I am. I am a gentle giant weighing in at a solid […]