My Remarkable Journey

January 29, 2017

The past year had been remarkable; a roller coaster of emotion, as five amazing racing greyhounds found their way into my home and my heart. Once I decided to become a foster person for these dogs, I jumped in with wild abandon and a total lack of common sense.
I also had two greyhounds of my own, Ava, a sweet, very smart red fawn, and Alex, a big red and white male, also very sweet and also very rambunctious. These two dogs filled my life with joy and wonder, especially after losing my first greyhound, Lola, to cancer. They had, each and every one of them, taught me the many lessons I needed to learn in order to help them find their way in the big world outside the kennels of the racing industry and into their forever homes.
When I adopted my first greyhound, I knew nothing about the breed. Oh, I had read everything I could get my hands on. I had prepared myself as well as I could before adoption. But it’s different when you actually bring one of these gentle athletes into your home and your heart. All your book sense goes right out the window . . . and your common sense . . . and your sense of propriety . . . and your sense of shame . . . and well . . . you get the picture.
In case you didn’t read (and why didn’t you?) Bonnie’s Greyhounds: Tails Of A Foster Mom, Volume 1, here’s a brief tail of Lola. We lost Lola all too soon – just 2 short years after adoption– to pancreatic cancer. She was our first. There will never be another first and there will never be another Lola. She was and is the heart of everything I do; of every greyhound I adopt; of every greyhound I foster; of every lesson learned; of every lesson taught. Lola is the center.
In the time that she graced our lives Lola taught us so much. We learned what true trust is when painfully shy Lola put her whole life’s trust in us. I learned to slow my pace and walk in the park for hours, enjoying the wind and the trees and the ever-changing scenes that played out daily in front of us. I learned to laugh at myself when I mistakenly left a poop bag in the pocket of my dog-walking vest and couldn’t figure out where the foul smell was coming from. I learned that scratches in a newly sanded and varnished hardwood floor give character—and that non-slip runners from the back patio door are a must. I learned that the phrase, “My dog doesn’t counter surf,” needed to be changed to, “My dog doesn’t counter surf—when I’m in the house.”
Lola--Bon-Grass - 1Most importantly, I learned to unselfishly let go.

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