I remember my first trip to Birmingham to pick up a load of adoptables for Greyhound Crossroads. There were no races that day, so I went directly to the racing kennel. My first visit to a REAL racing kennel and I was oh-so excited! The trainer showed me around and patiently answered my 1001 questions. Then came the best part…playing with the pups! I opened crates and gave kisses, pulled a few hounds out to play with in the turn out pen.

I was making a final pass up a row of crates when a dog bolted from the back of her crate to say HI! I must admit I was taken aback for a second because one of her eyes was completely white! In fact, I think I blurted “What happened to her eye?!” The trainer shrugged his shoulders and said that she’d always been that way. The eye didn’t bother her and she was running really well. I made a mental note of her crate tag: KGB Bonnie Girl. After that, we loaded up the adoptables and I was on my way back to South Carolina.

KGB Bonnie Girl was never far from my mind. I wasn’t sure about bringing in a “special needs” dog to a large pack. Packs can often detect a weak member and single them out for aggression. The next time I went to Birmingham, I spent some time with Bonnie Girl. The most important thing I learned was that she may be special needs by human standards, but no one told her that! She behaved every way a fully sighted hound would. Hmmmmm……maybe, just maybe she would work out after all!

Time passed and life went on….Someone on Greytalk started a thread looking for white adoptable greyhounds. Much to my surprise, someone posted a picture of KGB Bonnie Girl! I immediately contacted the poster, Heather P. (who runs the adoption side of Fishdog Kennels), and asked if she would consider placing Bonnie Girl with Ken and me. When she replied with an enthusiastic yes, I broached the subject with Ken.

We weren’t really looking for another dog…we certainly didn’t “need” another dog. I told Ken how awesome she was and that I really didn’t think her eye would cause any problems integrating her into the pack, he started warming to the idea. When I told him that one adoption group had already passed her over because she “jumped and would be too difficult to place” he said: Set it up. And a few weeks later we drove to Birmingham to adopt the sweetest, silliest most loving hound we could ever ask for.

Scout in her track crate

Final Turnout with her Track buddies

Checking out her new home

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