This site is about two retired racing greyhounds who live in England and the blog follows their daily activities. Although it is a work of lighthearted fiction, I’ve tried to show how confusing the world outside kennels can be for dogs who’ve lived their whole lives in them.
Monty, for example, had never seen the inside of a family home until he was seven years old.
Dogs which have grown up in family homes learn about things like kettles and stairs and the TV, at an early age. When you adopt a retired racing greyhound, it really is like having a middle-aged puppy and it’s very funny watching the way they react to all the things that they are seeing for the first time. It must be very confusing for them at times – not understanding what things are – and I have used this when writing about their exploits.
It’s best to read the blog posts in the order that they are written as it’s an ongoing saga!
A Message From Monty
My name is Monty The Great and I live with Little Chicken and The Fairy. Chicken is a retired racing greyhound just like me, and The Fairy is a human being who flits about in my house and never seems to know what she’s doing. I am so fabulous that I thought everybody should know what I’m up to.
Rehoming a retired racing greyhound is serious business, but I fully recommend it, especially if you end up with one as perfect as me.
Every year, thousands of greyhounds are born into racing. Some are fantastically fast and have long careers like Chicken and I, some are not so good and only last a few years, whilst others never really get started in the first place! In addition to this, there are many who are forced to stop due to injuries, irrespective of their level of ability.
Either way, at some point they have to retire, be it at age two or age five. Most trainers will ensure their dogs go to responsible families when their racing careers are over, or they will ask a greyhound rehoming centre to do it for them. There is a nationally recognized rehoming charity in the UK which has branches all over the country, and there are also many independent charities.
Chicken and I came from the same independent charity. I retired when I was five and spent rather a long time looking on Rightmove for the best possible home. Chicken also retired when she was five, in order to concentrate on having babies. She had 13 pups in total, who are now grown up and busy with their own careers.
The Big Move
Two years after my last race, I found a great little house and moved in. It needed a bit of redecorating but I sorted that out in the first few days. Training The Fairy turned out to be quite a challenge but I was making headway. Chicken joined me just before Christmas 2015 and messed up my system. Obviously I knew I was in charge but poor Chicken was a bit slow to catch on. I decided to let her think she was in charge, as this seemed to be the best policy at the time.
Chicken was seven years old in July of 2015. I was seven years old on the first of August 2015, and finally found my home a week later. I had waited two years. If you are considering adopting a retired racing greyhound, please ask about those dogs which have been there the longest, or those who are middle-aged. Greyhounds live an average of 12 to 15 years, so even at seven or eight still have a lot to give.
A Word Of Caution
Also, don’t believe a word Chicken says about me. She’s lovely bless her, but she doesn’t really understand the level of responsibility I have to deal with. She doesn’t take anything seriously and spends all her physical and mental energy playing with toys and taking the micky out of me. Which shows her immaturity and lack of military training. Bless her.
Fabulous. Looking forward to hearing more about your exploits Monty and Chicken. Girls Rule😀😀