Funny Pet Storys

Leslie Ann is a twice adopted, brindle coloured, former racing Greyhound. In her first career, racing, she wasn’t a big winner so she was retired early. In her second career as a housepet and therapy dog, however, she never fails to place “in the money!”I first met Leslie Ann while visiting my best friend, David, in Austin, TX. He had researched (actually I did all the research, via the internet, and sent it to him) and decided to adopt a former racing Greyhound as a companion for himself and his Black Labrador Retriever. He asked me to accompany him to adoption day at the PetsMart store in south Austin where he had been told two Greyhounds were going to be available for adoption. One was an energetic, friendly, neutered, fawn male (that I really liked) and the other was a timid, shy, frightened, and only-spayed-the-day-before brindle bitch. Guess which ‘hound Dave wanted to adopt?

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Randy was first “advertised” on the dog rescue listserv by someone who had seen him at a pet adoption day in New Hampshire. He was a nice “elderly” collie in a kill shelter and his time was running out. Local collie rescues had been notified but they were overfilled and placing an 11 year old dog is always a challenge so they had turned him away.I already had three dogs (and three cats) and didn’t need another dog. I didn’t even really *want* another dog. Two of my dogs are also “elderly” and I already spend enough time worrying about every sniffle and squeak. But something about this old guy really touched me.

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Our newly adopted dog, Monty, has become a great addition to our family. Yet, as much as I’m happy we added Monty, as I look back on how it happened, I can’t help but remember that this dog had almost no chance of having us adopt him. Things were going against him even before we laid eyes on him on that first dark evening.My wife and I had two well-loved, happy dogs already. Our German shorthaired pointer, Rommel, and his sidekick, Buttons the beagle, were perfect companions. They traveled well in our van as we made bi-monthly trips between our primary home in the West Virginia mountains and our vacation home at the Delaware seashore. We spent many hours walking the two of them on paths in both states. My wife, Candy, often said she wanted a third dog, but I thought it was convenient to just have two dogs. Two people, two dogs. A happy equation. “We don’t need another dog,” I kept saying. Three would complicate and unbalance things and I was comfortable and satisfied with things as they were.

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