So….I drive up to Project Racing Home last Saturday to drop off and adoption dog we picked up in Birmingham. We are NOT looking for another dog…I don’t even go back to the kennel to LOOK at the dogs. I stay up front and chitchat with the kennel director for a few minutes since I haven’t seen her in ages. I said that we weren’t looking to adopt again for a really long time but that I’ve learned to never say never. Because the second you do, a dog comes along that needs you more than you don’t need to add another do. Pretty much at this point, any adoption would have to entail a group contacting us to adopt a specific dog they couldn’t place anywhere else.

She brightens up and says that she has a dog she’s considering a kennel resident at this point b/c she’s going to be virtually impossible to place. She’s already bounced from experienced greyhound people who’ve dealt with shy dogs in the past. The dog needs a large pack and owners with spook experience who are patient to let her blossom at her own speed. Hmmm……this dog’s needs are sounding an awful lot like a family I happen to know. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to meet her real quick <insert the rolling eyes here> Yeah right. I tell the kennel director that I’d talk to Ken and we’d let her know…

On the way to my sister’s house I called Ken. It went like this:
Me: Soooooooo…..<kennel director> has this dog that’s been waiting a 1 1/2 years to be adopted. Bounced once. Spook. Pretty much a kennel resident at this point. She asked if we’d be interested since our family is exactly what she thinks this dog needs.
Ken: Bring her home.
Me: Um….are you sure? Do you want to think about it for a 1/2 second or so?
Ken: I don’t need to. This is what we do. These are the dogs that we are supposed to help. Bring her home. There’s a reason I fell in love with Leroy (dog I was dropping off at PRH)…he was here to open my heart up to the idea of adopting another greyhound. And here is the greyhound we are supposed to adopt.
Me: OK! I’ll stop by tomorrow on my way home (the kennel is three hours away and I was staying w/my sis for the night to visit).

So….Sunday morning I filled out the paperwork to adopt our new girl! Idy aka My Queen Theresa (changed to Diva). She’s doing really well…much better than I anticipated. She follows the pack out to the yard and back into the house. She follows them at feeding time into the detached garage. She found a bed in the bedroom that she feels safe on so she lays in there and comes out every once in a while to check things out…usually when another hound goes in to check on her she’ll follow them out. She lets us approach her v.e.r.y. slowly but it’ll be a long time I think before she comes to us. That’s Ok…she has the next 12 or so years to work things out

I don’t have a ton of pics yet b/c the camera flash freaks her out. Here’s one from the ride home and one of the resident hounds meeting their new sister. She’s so tiny! I think she’s the shortest dog in our pack (and we have some small greyhounds!)

Meeting the pack…

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