Classy Lady was just known as "Classy" when she was a racing
dog (no I will not refund your gambling losses even if you kept the
stubs for 10 years). She was born in March, 1987 and we got her when she
was 1 1/2 or 2 (depending on who you ask). At the time, she was our fourth
dog.
The first few weeks were exciting, to say the least. While teaching her how to go up and down stairs, she lept from the top to the bottom. We were sure she had broken her legs, but she was fine and now she handles stairs with ease. From growing up in a kennel, she though the only proper place to pee was on concrete. I soon developed a system for cleaning the cellar floor.
But now she seems to have forgotten about her racing days. She is now our resident couch potato 23 1/2 hours a day, but for that 30 minutes she puts on quite a show. She loves to be chased, and will feint with her head as she races past you.
She's also very smart. Once I caught her snitching leftovers off the kitchen counter and she faked an injury to her front leg until I had calmed down. She sleeps on the bed with us every night. In the summer she sleeps in front of the fan and in the winter she steals the blankets from us.
Classy was rescued by Louise Coleman of Greyhound Friends. Louise rescues and places about 400 greyhounds a year. I know this sounds like a lot, but it is just a drop in the bucket. At the end of every racing season, thousands of greyhound are killed, humanely in the US, but cruelly in some other countries. Please help, by adopting a dog, donating time or money or even just old blankets, and by not supporting greyhound racing in any way, shape or form.
