It’s time again for Wordless Wednesday and today I let you have a glimpse into the walks with our rescue greyhound Shirky. We were very lucky and got her very young. She is now three years old but we got her in January so she did not have to race for a long time.
At first, we did not know she had been racing because we were told she hadn’t. But googling her racing name showed a different picture. She actually has been racing both in Ireland and here. She is a rather stubborn creature so we don’t dare to imagine what they’ve done to her to get her racing even though she does love to hunt as you can see in the third picture when she spotted a squirrel. Oh my does she love a squirrel. My arm doesn’t though when she suddenly out of nowhere pulls me to whichever side she spotted it.
She was rather nervous and a little scared in the beginning but now has settled down. She didn’t know how to play either and it is so nice to see her now play with her toys and balls and with us too. Rescuing a dog and especially an ex-racer greyhound is a little work but it is so wonderful to see the transformation into a pet.
Greyhounds do not need much exercise despite their reputation as runners. When they get older a walk of about 20 – 30 min per day is enough. They spent the rest sleeping and eating. They have a reputation for eating a lot. And yes, the first thing she did in our house was going through the bin that I had forgotten to put away and get herself the rest of a cheese sandwhich. We learned another trait of the greyhound on that day too: They can be rather windy and my goodness does she gas us sometimes LOL.
She is a dog of extremes: When we go downstairs in the morning and later on get ready to walk her she gets the zoomies and runs around and tosses her toys around like a maniac. The same happens when the children come for the weekend. She loves visitors. Otherwise, she is really quiet and sleeps a lot. Our neighbours own a rather yappy tiny weeny dog. I always forget the name of the breed. But Shirky can’t even be bothered to lift her head when the other one gets crazy at the neighbours.
Many racing greyhounds are not treated well. Many of them get just killed once they can’t race anymore. They are just a commodity for many of their owners. I assume there are some good ones out there too but not many as far as I have researched. So please, do not support greyhound races. And consider an ex-racer greyhound if you ever want to adopt a dog.
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Well, that got a little more words in than I had planned. So here some pictures of our walks with our ex-racing rescue greyhound Shirky.
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