Mone Moore

3 Lessons My Rescue Greyhound Has Taught Me

January of 2020. Two months earlier at 23, I had moved out of my parent’s house and started renting my first apartment with my partner. He and I are both animal lovers; we had three reptiles between the two of us. So getting a dog seemed to be the natural progression of things. We both spent days and days looking for adoptable dogs in our area. Many of them were pitbull mixes (pitties have the cutest faces!). But then we checked our apartment’s new pet policy. No “aggressive breeds” allowed, pitties and even German Shepherds included. Our hearts broke. While I had grown up with small dogs most of my life, my partner had his heart set on getting a larger dog. “What about a greyhound?” He asked. He had grown up with three of them and had nothing but good things to say about them. Like many people, I didn’t even know greyhounds were a thing. I mean, I knew of them, the greyhound bus and all that. But I didn’t know anyone who had ever owned one. I hadn’t even met one in person. I looked more into the breed, fell in love with everything about them, and put in an application with our region’s greyhound rescue.