We have a very sad thing to write. On March 27, 2017, Jiffy crossed the Rainbow Bridge very unexpectedly. She had recently had her annual check-up and was in greyt health. While she was settling into our family, she and Gigi sometimes were at odds over Busy Bones and Rawhide Chew Sticks. However, they were becoming better friends. Sometime during the night of March 26, Jiffy had either a seizure or a stroke. When she awoke Monday morning, she was having major problems standing and was not real coherent. She was determined to go outside, so we helped her to the backyard where she collapsed. We rolled her onto a blanket, but were unable to lift her. I called the vet regarding the situation, and they said they would send someone to help us. But I ran to see if I could get a neighbor. While running down the street, a firehouse pickup truck stopped to see if they could help. It so happened that one of the firemen was a neighbor and knew both of the dogs. They immediately came and helped to get Jiffy into the car. I called the vet back and caught them just as they were heading out the door. We got her to the vet where they stabilized her and then ran blood tests. She had gone into acute kidney failure. While they indicated that they could get her kidneys back to functioning, she would have to endure medications and procedures to keep her alive. We decided that that did not sound like a good quality of life for her and chose to help her cross the bridge with instructions to find Mayflower and Bear. She is greytly missed by Gigi and us. (Jiffy will still post on her blog as she has many stories to tell that did not get written before her sudden loss. While she is greytly missed, we will keep her spirit alive.)
Remember the “Cheers” bar on television “where everyone knows your name.” Owning a greyhound is sort of like that. Only everyone knows the dog’s name. You, the owner, oh you’re just “The Greyhound Lady (or Man)”.
Greyhounds are so unique and special that you don’t see them at every dog park or on every walking trail. A lot of people don’t even know what kind of a dog they are and will ask sort of strange questions about them. One person told me he didn’t even know you could own a greyhound so I promptly directed him to the local greyhound group – Greyhound Adoption League of Texas (GALT) for further information.
People think they must be vicious dogs because they always see them running with muzzles on, when in fact the muzzles are for their protection. Greyhounds have such thin fur and skin plus no fat, that it is very easy for them to get hurt when they are just playing with each other. The muzzles help keep accidental bumps from being serious injuries. Most of the retired race dogs have some scars on them when they were playing with other dogs and didn’t have muzzles on.
A lot of people thing they are high maintenance dogs needing lots of space to run and play. Once these dogs get off the track, they are so very content to just be a lovable couch potato wanting a walk a day and a fenced in back yard. They are a little different from other dogs and many have no idea how to play, how to be a dog, how to be friends with humans and so they need lots of love and reassurance that they are safe and will be well taken care of in their “forever home”. If you get a greyhound puppy who has never been at the track, then they will be a little more like a regular dog.
Besides being low maintenance, greyhounds rarely bark, if retired from the track they are house broken and love to sleep – in every position imaginable. These tall dogs with the small heads and long legs can curl up into tiny balls, stretch out to be as long as the couch and lay on their backs with their legs stretched up in the air (called roaching – have you ever seen what a dead cockroach does?)
Yep – I’m The Greyhound Lady. My little VW New Beetle Convertible confirms that with various greyhound magnets on her trunk.