This post was meant to be the next chapter of my chronicle about our recent adventures in British Columbia, however the pause button was hit hard this week. We adopted an Italian Greyhound. At the National Mill Dog Rescue in Colorado Springs, they called her Betsy. Nobody knows what they called her while she was caged for her entire six years of life, regarded as livestock, an asset on which the return was dwindling. She certainly would have been written off the books had NMDR not stepped in.
The moratorium on new pet acquisitions within our family evaporated in the blink of an eye. The last of our four beloved canines passed on (“went to college”) last year and I told my Wife we had to travel 30,000 miles before we brought a new dog home. Lets see, We’ll put last spring’s trip to Guatemala generously at 5000 miles and last months trip to the Northwest at 5000 miles. We made it a third of the way and besides, if Mama ain’t happy!….
When we brought home Betsy, now called Gracie, she was scared to death. In particular, opening and shutting doors, shuffling paper and darkness set her off into a trembling panic. Tammy showed her, perhaps for the first time what it was like to stand in the cool grass on a warm day, to have a bed that was her very own, to accept the soft touch of loving hands in a place that would become home.
If you aren’t familiar with “Iggy’s, you aren’t alone. I’m not sure that I had ever seen one before. She is highly intelligent and curious, watches TV as if the images are real people and she tests the perimeter of all enclosures like a Jurassic Park Raptor. She is lightning quick..”duh.. Greyhound”. They say that if they get loose outside, you may never find them and I believe it. Just trying to get to her to put a leash on can be like trying to corral a wild horse. Once and only once it left me looking and feeling like a Colorado Buffalo Defensive back on a really bad day, I won’t go through that humiliation again. You might also look at an “Iggy” and think that it looks like a baby fawn. Imagine how freaked out I was when I was all alone with her and she started howling like a wolf. I had no idea. Tammy did some reading and is hypothesizing that she has indeed become the alpha for which Gracie will forever howl to find in the future. “Recalculating”.
Three days in and things are looking up. Gracie and our two cats look like they will get along. Gracie is showing some promise of being a travel dog at some point in the future. More than anything, its good to see the smile on Tammy’s face, fulfilled for now with her passion for the animal kingdom.