 Age: 1 Year Sex: Female Weight: 26-50 lbs
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Leave a bone for Branwyn Braith
Nicknames:
Bran, Raisin Bran, BranFlakey, Baby Girl
Doggie Dynamics:
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Quick Bio:
Likes:
Making confetti out of trash can contents
Pet-Peeves:
VACUUM CLEANER!VACUUM CLEANER!VACUUM CLEANER!
Favorite Toy:
A screaming Halloween Kitty
Favorite Food:
anything not nailed down
Favorite Walk:
Anywhere Mommy is
Best Tricks:
Puppy Push ups,(learned in five mintes)
Arrival Story:
My friend, fellow Greyhound
adoption volunteer (and landlady), Carroll called me and said, "We need to
go pick up two greyhound puppies!"
"What?"
"A very nice woman called me and said that she found two greyhound puppies
running along Rte 81 and she called me asking if Greyhound
rescue would take them, so, of course, I said, Yes." (We live about 2 hours
from the group leader herself, so I understood why Carroll answered for her,
but why volunteer me? I'll tell you why, cause she knows what an easy touch
I am when it comes to these dogs! That's why!)
I said, "Now what would two greyhound puppies be doing along Rte 81 all by
themselves?"
"I don't know, but the lady took them to a vet and he told her they were
greyhound puppies. You and I both know that they probably aren't ALL
greyhound."
(There has been rumor about an older man in that area who has been
(for years as I understand it) breeding greyhounds to his hunting dogs,
trying to get a faster hunter.)
In fact, about 5 years ago right after I moved up here, Carroll called me
like this once before. "We have to go pick up a greyhound someone found at
the Harford fairgrounds."
The second we walked into that fairgrounds office and looked at that sad old
face, we both knew he wasn't pure greyhound. I took him home, cleaned him
up, fed him, settled him into a big soft bed and started emailing everyone I
knew, including this list looking for a home for this guy. Either his own
home or a new one. After a week or so I got an email from a greyhound owner, stating that she'd like to give this poor old guy a home if he was still
available. Since no one ever came forward looking for their lost dog, I
said, "Yes." And we met to see how well he'd fit into their family. Oh Dee
went to the best home I could have possibly found for him and I will be
forever grateful to that couple for giving him the best four years of
his life.
Carroll and I figured he came from this mysterious "breeder" of lurchers
just as these two poor little wandering girls probably did.
So we went to pick them up. One look at those two little faces (one black
tuxedo and the other white and black ticked) told us both, again, that they
were not pure greyhound, but there's enough in there to make anyone not greyhound saavy, think that's
what they were. They are most definately lurchers. I'm thinking greyhound
and pointer. Whatever the case, my resolve to keep one of these puppies
"only long enough to find them homes" dissolved 20 minutes after we got home
and Carroll called again, "Well, MY puppy has a home. How bout yours?"
Seems one of our other volunteers always wanted a black greyhound so she
decided she wanted "the black one."
24 hours of fostering this puppy and I was ordering a collar for her, making
a name tag and arranging a vet visit for shots and heartworm test. I figure
I could have had 6 or 7 homes for her by now, but nobody has measured up
well enough to take "my baby."
Forums Motto:
Lurcher means "thief"!
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