Pro-Greyhound

I am adding my voice and perspective to the vote on Amendment 13 in Florida in November.  Vote YES.

This is my perspective from:

      Over 30 years of rescued greyhounds in my home
      Over 23 years of running a non-profit dedicated to the rescue of greyhounds
      Over 20 years of fundraising to help greyhounds rescued by Greyhound Gang and other groups around the country and abroad

I believe everyone has a perspective. Whether it’s based on the friends they have, or something they’ve seen, or not seen, or how they’ve been brought up, or what they’ve read – every perspective has value in it somewhere. Some things are black and white, but many things are shades of gray. Or in this case, shades of grey.

My life changed when I met my first greyhound in Vermont, at an obedience class in 1987. Here’s that story – You Always Remember Your First. That chance meeting started a journey which continues to this day. I bought a station wagon, a house with a yard, and changed my bachelorette life around for my first greyhound, Eli. Instead of weekends cavorting with my friends, I set up a card table at stores, and I introduced people to my greyhound, in the hopes they, too, might want to experience greyhound love.

Five years later I decided I wasn’t doing enough, too many greyhounds were being killed, so I sold everything I owned, and with my next greyhound, Slim, took to the open road to find our new home and start Greyhound Gang. That story is here – The Journey.

I did not think in my lifetime greyhound racing in the United States would go away. I think it would be fitting that in 2020, about a century after US greyhound racing started, it ends.

Brindle Gal and True Blue stories below give a glimpse into how disposal greyhounds were to their breeders. More stories will follow. 

 – Brindle Gal
 – True Blue
 – Dog Stories

I’ve also written two essays  – from the beginning, and now maybe the end. 

 – 1999 – Pro-Greyhound
 – 2018 – You Bet  – Greyhounds Have Died 

These are my truths, my perspective. I’ve lived these truths for over half my lifetime. I’ve been blessed to have been loved and touched by so many hounds. And haunted by the ones I could not save.