Running Greyhound Artwork by Sue Ross©

Greyhounds, with their families!

By: Terri Onorato

All I've ever wanted is my own forever home,
a place of love and laughter where I'll never be alone.

All I've ever wanted is my own forever friend,
someone I can depend on and protect until the end.

All I've ever wanted is my own forever love,
a joyous bond to cherish blessed directly from above.

All I've ever wanted, that's what I'm waiting for,
and wait for you is what I'll do, to be your friend
forever more.

sweet boy... "Guy" owned and loved by Sue Ross

"Risa" and her Dalmatian pal, "Ella", enjoying a romp in the surf!

greyhounds don't swim!


we love the snow!
Gracie, Handsome, Julia and Autumn.
Owned by Kathy Isaksen.

ahhhhh... a nice cool drink of snow!
Autumn, Tanking up at the snow trough.
Owned by Kathy Isaksen.

Ahhhhh... it's sno..good!

dashing through the snow...

Mom's calling!!

snow angels ...

Tanya & Darci enjoying the snow, owned by the Roberts Family.

sooooo thirsty!
Fitz, owned by Steven Michael

Pretty Annie
Miss Annie, of the Bain household.

we know you have them!
"Cookie's Dad?"
Chiquita and Dana, owned and loved by the Miller family.

ZZzzzzzz .....
Hank, enjoying the "retired" life. Owned and loved by Don Barenz and Patti Delaney.

Dr. Weir, saying good-bye to Bunny. They spent several months together while Bunny recovered from her surgery. At one year old, Bunny has adjusted quite well to her new life as a tripod. 

Eternal Rest

It wasn't all that long ago I ran the dusty track for show, devoted and driven my face pierced the wind as race after race I fought to contend. Slow at the turn and lacking in grace I did what I could but I never placed.

I loved to run hard and hear the crowd roar yet those cheers turned to boos when I didn't score. Folks lost their money when they bet on me they tagged me a loser, said "Retire number three!" I had no idea what I was likely to find as I walked from the track for the very last time.

My person was waiting, eyes teared and face so long, I sensed inside the sadness that this time I'd not go home. I tried to change my person's mind and wagged my mighty
tail but I knew deep down without a doubt, like racing I had failed. We drove along the country roads till we came upon a town where erected off the main drag was a place known as the pound.

A pretty woman came outside and took me from my crate my person signed the papers and with one look at my face said, "I'm sorry that I have to go and leave you here to sleep but you're not as fast as others, you no longer earn your
keep I felt my heart break into bits and walked with head bent low I knew that it was over and I had no place to go.

Inside the dingy building I was checked and tagged and weighed, a voice said, "We will put him down, tomorrow if not today." I heard the pretty woman state, "Don't look him in the eye, he has that greyhound gaze that says, 'I do not want to die." They put me in a kennel with the others on death row, I lay down on the concrete and moaned so soft and low.

Morning filtered through the glass, I stretched my weary bones the pretty woman came to me and said, "It's time to go." The hall was long and stark and cold, I did not cry or weep I used my eyes and face and soul to halt eternal sleep. She tried her best to use defense and look away from me, she seemed to know how wrong it was to do this deadly deed.

She bent down close and held my face against her silken cheek, the needle entered my front leg and quickly I felt weak
I heard the pretty woman sob as she lay me on the floor, I saw a last glimpse of her face and then I saw no more. I may not have been the fastest dog to ever run the track I just wish someone had loved me so I could have loved them back.

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Royal Hounds
written by Katie

Royal Hounds are prancing with grace

To small animals, they must give chase

Running running, the wind on their face

They are running in a cruel, cruel race

They must be quick, must be fast

Or their life will soon reside in the past

Wonderful creatures, with so much life

Too bad we humans cause so much strife

The pound is not the place

For those with so much grace

A house, a couch, a nice backyard

But be warned, some Grey’s are scarred

The track is cruel, the living hard

If you have a heart, or even a shard

You’ll help them out

You’ll have no doubt

Pull them out, save the day

Be a hero and adopt a Grey