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What is your new adoptive Greyhound thinking?

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An exerpt from a 1998 seminar given by Kathleen Gilley.

"What is your new adoptive greyhound thinking?"

This breed has never been asked to do anything for itself, make any
decisions or answer any questions. It has been waited on, paw and
tail. The only prohibition in a racing Greyhound's life is not to get
into a fight----------------or eat certain stuff in the turn out pen.

Let us review a little. From weaning until you go away for schooling,
at probably a year and a half, you eat, grow and run around with your
siblings. When you go away to begin your racing career, you get your
own "apartment," in a large housing development. No one is allowed in
your bed but you, and when you are in there, no one can touch you,
without plenty of warning.

Someone hears a vehicle drive up, or the kennel door being unlocked.
The light switches are flipped on. The loud mouths in residence, and
there always are some, begin to bark or howl. You are wide awake by
the time the human opens your door to turn you out. A Greyhound has
never been touched while he was asleep.

You eat when you are fed, usually on a strict schedule. No one asks
if you are hungry or what you want to eat. You are never told not to
eat any food within your reach. No one ever touches your bowl while
you are eating. You are not to be disturbed because it is important
you clean your plate.

You are not asked if you have to "go outside." You are placed in a
turn out pen and it isn't long before you get the idea of what you
are supposed to do while you are out there. Unless you really get out
of hand, you may chase, rough house and put your feet on everyone and
every thing else. The only humans you know are the "waiters" who feed
you, and the "restroom attendants" who turn you out to go to the
bathroom. Respect people? Surely you jest.

No one comes into or goes out of your kennel without your knowledge.
You are all seeing; all knowing. There are no surprises, day in and
day out. The only thing it is ever hoped you will do is win, place or
show, and that you don't have much control over. It is in your blood,
it is in your heart, it is in your fate-- or it is not.

And when it is not, then suddenly you are expected to be a civilized
person in a fur coat. But people don't realize you may not even speak
English. Some of you don't even know your names, because you didn't
need to. You were not asked or told to do anything as an individual;
you were always part of the "condo association"; the sorority or
fraternity and everyone did everything together, as a group or pack.
The only time you did anything as an individual is when you schooled
or raced, and even then, You Were Not Alone.

Suddenly, he is expected to behave himself in places he's never been
taught how to act in. He is expected to take responsibility for saying
when he needs to go outside, to come when he is called, not to get on
some or all of the furniture, and to not eat food off counters and
tables. He is dropped in a world that is not his, and totally without
warning, at that.

Almost everything he does is wrong. Suddenly he is a minority. Now he
is just a pet. He is unemployed, in a place where people expect him
to know the rules and the schedule, even when there aren't any. (How
many times have you heard someone say, "He won't tell me when he has
to go out." What kind of schedule is that?) Have you heard the joke
about the dog who says, "My name is No-No Bad Dog. What's yours?" To
me that is not even funny. All the protective barriers are gone.
There is no more warning before something happens. There is no more
strength in numbers. He wakes up with a monster human face two inches
from his. (With some people's breath, this could scare Godzilla.) Why
should he not, believe that this "someone," who has crept up on him,
isn't going to eat him for lunch? (I really do have to ask you ladies
to consider how you would react if someone you barely knew crawled up
on you while you were asleep?) No, I will not ask for any male input.

Now he is left alone, for the first time in his life, in a strange
place, with no idea of what will happen or how long it will be before
someone comes to him again. If he is not crated, he may go though
walls, windows or over fences, desperately seeking something
familiar, something with which to reconnect his life. If he does get
free, he will find the familiarity, within himself: the adrenaline
high, the wind in his ears, the blood pulsing and racing though his
heart once again--until he crashes into a car.

Often, the first contact with his new family is punishment, something
he's never had before, something he doesn't understand now,
especially in the middle of the rest of the chaos. And worst of all,
what are the most common human reactions to misbehavior? We live in a
violent society, where the answer to any irritation is a slap, punch,
kick, whip, or rub your nose in it. Under these circumstances,
sometimes I think any successful adoption is a miracle.

He is, in effect, expected to have all the manners of at least a six-
year old child. But, how many of you would leave an unfamiliar six-
year old human alone and loose in your home for hours at a time and
not expect to find who knows what when you got back? Consider that if
you did, you could be brought up on charges of child abuse, neglect
and endangerment. Yet, people do this to Greyhounds and this is often
the reason for so many returns.

How many dogs have been returned because they did not know how to
tell the adopter when they had to go out? How many for jumping on
people, getting on furniture, counter surfing, separation anxiety, or
defensive actions due to being startled or hurt (aka growling or
biting)? So, let's understand: Sometimes it is the dog's "fault" he
cannot fit in. He is not equipped with the social skills of a six-
year old human. But you can help him."

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