She's the second rescued ex racing greyhound to live here. Our first was Sky, a handsome black boy of unknown age when Maria fell in love with him at a local rescue kennel in 1996. He lived for another 8 years so was probably about 14 when he finally succumbed to old age. Pippa joined the household in January 2006 to replace our old, recently deceased whippet and provide some company for our daughter's Jack Russell puppy.
There are two questions I'm always asked about her (and about Sky previously). The first question is always "do you race her/him/it?" Depending on the audience I either explain that she's retired from racing or, if I'm feeling facetious, "I used to, but she always beats me and it's sooooo discouraging." The second question is "how can you have such a big dog in a small garden without her wrecking it?" And in the answer to that question lies my love of greyhounds.
I've known sighthounds - whippets, greyhounds, salukis, lurchers and others - all my adult life. My parents owned, bred and showed the Whitgift Whippets and Manchester Terriers. I've spent many a happy hour at shows - and even happier hours watching them do what they most love. Run. Fast. So I certainly didn't object when Maria fell in love with Sky. He'd make a good companion to the little whippet bitch she'd just bought me to celebrate our moving in to the current house and garden. He did, and from that point on I added greyhounds to my list of most loved dogs.
There are a lot of misconceptions about greyhounds. "They're running dogs so they must need a lot of exercise. They all wear muzzles so they must be viscious. They're disobedient. They're stupid." I've heard them all. None are true.
This is their preferred position:
Greyhounds will happily spend 21 out of 24 hours resting or asleep. Pippa is no exception. She spends the other 3 hours as follows:
- 60 minutes for the morning run. Here she is walked to the local fields and woodland and let off the lead to run around like a lunatic for 20-30 minutes. This is all she needs. Greyhounds are sprinters. They expend so much energy within a short time that they are soon exhausted. Even at ten years old she can still hit over 40 miles per hour. In her racing days she would have hit 45mph. The only other local dog that can match her is my daughter's and another walker's lurchers - both sighthounds. All other dogs are too slow to even interest her - though she's very friendly.
- 30 minutes for the evening walk. On the road, on the lead, an amble compared to the morning - but enough.
- 30 minutes eating. Twice a day - greyhound stomachs are small and overfeeding can cause bloat and torsion problems. But she does like spicy leftovers and dog food coated with interesting sauces.
- 30 minutes following me around hoping for biscuits. Or cakes. Well, anything food related will do. She's not fussy.
- 29 minutes moving from her bed to the sofa and back again. Or re-arranging her sleeping position. She likes her comfort.
No time allocated for guard duties? Greyhounds don't guard. Visitors are either totally ignored or treated as members of the family.
Not much time in there for wrecking a garden - as long as I can stop her digging. For the vast majority of time she's content to wander about and do no harm at all. Yes she relieves herself but I've no lawn so that's not a problem.
She wears a racing muzzle when out. Not because of any manic or homicidal tendencies but to protect the local wildlife. Greyhounds have an overwhelming prey drive - and can spot a squirrel, rabbit, cat or one of the local deer hundreds of yards away. They will always chase. The muzzles are to ensure that,
Greyhounds are often described as stupid. They are not as trainable as the likes of sheepdogs or gundogs, I'll freely admit, but it was so easy to house train her and teach her to respect the garden (the odd digging episode apart). Natural idleness helps. They walk beautifully on a lead. And they are bright enough not to chase garden birds, something many dogs never manage. They know they fly away - so they just ignore them.
In other words the perfect dog for a busy gardener. Gentle, affectionate, no guarding tendencies to wear trampled paths along the boundary edges, and, providing they get their daily run, a general indolence that makes sloths look hyperactive. That's how I can have a big dog in a small garden and still grow a lot of interesting plants.
Now the final bit. Would I want to be re-incarnated as a greyhound? No. To the racing fraternity they are commodities. If they don't make the grade they're out. Retirement is often at 4 or less. And retirement often means euthanasia - or abandonment. Any rescue kennel will have it's complement of ex-racing greyhounds - and not all will enjoy Pippa's fate.