Happy Memorial Day weekend! I hope you’re all enjoying the long weekend.
On this day four years ago, a retired racing greyhound named Iruska Promiser walked into the first house he’d ever been in, which would be his forever home with us. He had been living at the racetrack for just under two years before being disqualified from racing and being released to an adoption group, where he was in a kennel before coming to us. It was a very hot day, just like today, and he just stood in our living room, panting, because he had no idea what to do. He didn’t know how to walk up or down stairs. He was afraid of walking on laminate floors. The many sights and sounds of city living scared him, and he would freeze in fear on walks and refuse to walk.
We learned later that the majority of greyhounds have a much easier time of adjusting to life outside of the track. Django (named so because I was listening to the band Django Django a lot at that time) was special. It took him a lot longer to adjust and show his real personality, so the first six months with him were tough for all of us. (I posted previously on all that.) It ended up being a lesson in how love and patience pay off in the end.
Django is special. In those early days, my adoption group encouraged me to trade him in for another, easier greyhound because he was proving to be very difficult for us first-time dog owners. But I always knew there was something special about him, something that made me love him and want to keep him in my life.
Those days of him being scared and feareful are long gone. He’s a very happy boy. With us at home and with people he knows well, he’s quirky and silly. He loves playing hide and seek with me and gets really excited when I jump out of my hiding place. He runs around in circles barking for the sheer joy of it and then will sleep for hours in typical greyhound couch-potato fashion. In public, he’s polite and calm and is usually happy to meet everyone. While he scavenges for garbage from the streets on our walks, in our house he’s extremely obedient and never tries to get into the garbage and knows to leave our plates of food alone even if they’re on the coffee table right in front of him.
He’s a good dog. A very good dog. The best dog in the whole world. I’m lucky and grateful to have him in my life, and my heart is full of love for him. Happy gotcha day, Django!