What Your Greyhound Is Thinking

The following is an excerpt from a seminar given by Kathleen Gilley.  It is entitled “What is your new adoptive greyhound thinking?

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“Of all breeds of dogs, the ex-racing greyhound has never had to be responsible for anything in his life.  His whole existence has been a dog-centered one.  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 do 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 everything 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 every 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 of pack.  The only time you did anything as an individual is when you schooled or raced, and even then, you were not alone.

 

Suddenly, the greyhound is expected to behave himself in places he has never been taught how to act.  He is expected to take responsibility for saying when he needs to go outside, to come when he is called, not to get on 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.  Why should he not believe that this someone who has crept up on him isn’t going to eat him for lunch? 

 

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.  Often, the first contact with his new family is punishment, something he has never had before, something he does not understand now, especially in the middle of the rest of the chaos.   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 or child abuse, neglect, or endangerment.  Yet, people do this to dogs all the time, and this is often the reason for the greyhound being returned.

 

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 n people, getting on furniture, counter surfing, separation anxiety, or defensive actions due to being startled or hurt (a/k/a growling or biting)?   So, let’s understand:  Sometimes it is not the dog’s “fault” he cannot fit in.  He is not equipped with the social skills of a six-year old human.  But with your love and help, you can make it happen.”

 

 

Kathleen Gilley, who with her husband, Gil, were the humans that created the famous “Dancing and Singing Greyhounds”, passed away unexpectedly at her home in Williston, Florida on February 8, 2011.  She was 62 years old.

 

From 2006 – 2011, their programs entertained countless thousands of people across the country and introduced them to this special canine breed that Kathleen and Gil dearly loved.   This article is reprinted in loving memory of Kathleen.

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