Well, I have waited a while to introduce the latest addition to our family. He came to us about six months ago and he is a joy to us. But, it was a bit of a hard landing.
Husband and I went to the Antique Mall. Yes, whod a thought. We met Chase at the Antique Mall. I knew that the greyhound rescue had a booth there and soon learned that the ladies that ran the mall let a few of their whippets run freely while the shoppers were perusing the booths. One of them came up to me one day and I don't know if he scared me or I scared him. But he ran off quickly. I hadn't seen them under the check out tables on their beds at that time, so I was pretty jazzed when I came face to face with one of those incredibly beautiful animals.
But Chase (had formerly had another name but it was just tacky) is a greyhound and he is a retired racer. So, I figured I better come up with a good, appropriate name. He raced in over 100 races but I don't know how many he won. He can run 35 miles an hour, the only living creature that can run that fast is a cheetah. But he can't run very far. Fast, but not far.
Anyway, there he was at the Antique Mall. As was two other rescues and his foster mother. The three dogs that day were 8, 2 and 5. We went for not the youngest, nor the older female (who was precious), but to the 5 year old.
After much ado, we were held to be appropriate parents. That is always the hardest part. We also rescued a long haired chihuahua and I must be sure to write up a blog post on him. He is quite the little lap dog.
Chase came to live with us. You can't see the scars that he has from the picture (well, I think you can see a few on that side of his body and his legs). We don't know how he got them, but they are hard to consider.
I don't think they are bites but husband thinks he got them from a cage or something. Big black gashes.
He knew nothing of relating to people. He had never seen stairs, nor a swimming pool, nor small dogs. I don't think most of them know much about cats either. We lost our cat a couple of years ago, but have two smaller dogs. He really didn't care for them one way or another, which was good.
For the next four months or so, he followed me everywhere I went. And my studio is upstairs. But, he was like glue. I guess that was insecurity. He is a bit better now. But, still prefers to be where I am.
I don't feel very good about the way the greyhounds are treated in the racing industry. And most are not fortunate enough to find a home. I just have to keep thinking about the ones that do.
Here he is upstairs on his pillow and quilt. Since I do encaustics (although I am vented properly), I make the dogs stay in another room. Love you Chase!!!
Monday, February 6, 2012
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- Nancy Lefko mixed media art
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