The dreaded day came - Gandy injured his rear leg during a race - his career was over, and maybe his life. The trainer asked me if I meant what I had said, and I said "yes". He said he would talk to the owner and let me know. Meanwhile, I went to the state veterinarian and state racing commission and asked for permission to have the greyhound - I had to be sure it would not be seen as a conflict of interests. They said I could have the dog if the owner agreed.
Gandy went home with me, and we took advantage of 200 acres of pasture to walk with our other dogs. Soon I could take him off leash. He would stay right by my side till I told him to "go play", and then he would hunt with Jessi - our lab/rott, Lucky - rott/aussie, and Rudy - an aussie mix. We acquired another greyhound, a female, and it was awesome to watch the two of them hunt together. They both relaxed, gained weight, and enjoyed their freedom. When we moved to the rescue, he became a very important member of The Dream Team which helps me rehabilitate the rescue dogs.
Gandy died of cancer two years ago.
About Me
- Maggie's Dog God Stories
- Iowa, United States
- married 34 years, worked 20 years in medical field, have 39 years experience working with horses of all types, including licensed trainer of race horses, paddack judge at greyhound track, photo finish operator, lots of odd jobs to survive, was kennel manager at dog rescue, and rehabilitate as many as possible, now alpaca midwife. Doing more dog rescue and behavior modification at new location. Believe that everything happens for a reason.
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