Many of you know I rescued a greyhound last summer, and I am so very glad I did! I absolutely adore her, she is my wee best pal. Saying that, it definitely hasn't been easy! I adopted her from The Greyhound Trust, from the Edinburgh branch. She was dumped there, thrown out a van, a few weeks previously. Her owner had used her for racing and racers usually retire at the age of 3, maybe 4. So my Blu (or Bonnie, as she was called then) had obviously reached the age where she was no longer useful. So she was thrown out of a van and left at the Trust. As horrific as this sounds, she is one of the lucky greyhounds. Thousands are found dead every year, dumped in rivers or hanged mostly. All with their ears cut off to remove their unique racing number tattoo. Disgusting isn't it? So here she was, needing a home, and there I was, needing a friend.
Blus personality is the cutest thing, she is so loving and funny. She likes stealing things (shoes, fridge magnets, scarves, slippers etc) and keeping them in her bed. Why? Who knows! If you look at the pictures above you will see her with some stolen hair extensions and some stolen potatoes... She doesn't chew them or anything, she just likes having them. Maybe because she had lived in kennels all her life without anything of her own? So far, that's the only thing I've came up with.
She runs to me when I come in the door and I love it! She stays in her bed most of the time, and when she first arrived she wouldn't move unless she needed out or needed food. So, her running over to greet me is a big deal for her. Even after over a year, she only approaches a handful of people. If anyone she doesn't know goes near her she starts to shake, sometimes quite violently, and it breaks my heart every time. Fuck knows what she was put through during her racing career, I dread to think.
Blu doesn't know how to play with toys. Seriously. She was never allowed to have any during her racing career so when we bought her toys at first she just looked at them. Now, slowly, she is starting to come around to them. She loves her teddies the best but likes squeaky things too. Shes even started playing with balls occasionally. No joke, she must have at least 15 teddies.
Even though it has been hard, mainly on me not her, I do adore her. It hurts me when she starts shaking because I don't know how to help her. Even when she hears bangs outside etc, she runs to her bed and begins to shake. It hurts me but also makes me so angry. How could people make an animal feel like this? Anyway, I know she is safe with me and I can see her making progress every day. She stays out of her bed a little longer, or lets someone pet her that she hardly knows, or plays with her toys a bit more every day and it makes me beam like a proud mother haha. She is getting there, slowly but surely. I don't think she will ever be 'normal' but I know she is relaxing and enjoying life now and that's good enough for me!
Greyhounds are loving, lazy and loyal. Blu is no different haha. She makes me smile every day and I love her to bits. I'd be lost without her now.