MIKEY

My favorite dog was a rescued greyhound named Mikey (his racing name was Michigan Mike). A gorgeous brindle, tall and fast, he had a decent record. But he was a beautiful soul, a loving pup that I got to know for a few years. What seems amazing to me is that it was about twenty years ago. Here are a few pictures I discovered recently:

GREYHOUNDS

I bought at the auction a nice picture, a print, of this painting of a little girl and two greyhounds. I love these pups. I hung it in my dining room, such that it is.

MIKEY

Here is Mikey from a picture taken in the Pisgah area while his owner Christine and I were together. I loved this dog, and fortunately got to see him not long before he passed. His racing name was Michigan Mike and he had a pretty good record, not unusual for rescue greyhounds, as winning leads to longevity and greater possibility of being sent into retirement. He was the sweetest boy. I haven't had a dog since, though I hope one day to get another grey. Chris and I fostered for a few years and it was a wonderful experience. These are really good pups. I wrote a poem once about how they are mistreated:


Run! They want, my powerful stride,
to stay upfront, never caught inside,
so they can garner silver and gold,
yet what do they do when I get old?
So many brothers horribly killed,
beating hearts chillingly stilled,
sisters exploited, some just shot,
cruel experiments, or left to rot,
sad the life of many greyhound
only a few will be rescue bound.

Here is a pic of his lovely, and much missed, mug.

RESCUE THE GREYS

Run! They want, my powerful stride,
to stay upfront, never caught inside,
so they can garner silver and gold,
yet what do they do when I get old?
So many brothers horribly killed,
beating hearts chillingly stilled,
sisters exploited, some just shot,
cruel experiments, or left to rot,
sad the life of many greyhound
only a few will be rescue bound.