Hi. My name is Millie and I’m a brindle Lurcher – that’s a Greyhound cross for those who don’t know what a Lurcher is. I live between the woods and the sea with my foster-sister Pearl and our human, Annabelle, who adopted me 14 years ago as a puppy from Greyhound Rescue Wales. Pearl is a white Greyhound with a spotty backside and a face like a badger. She thinks she’s top dog because she’s a pure bred Greyhound. I’m sorry to say she’s a bit of a bully, but I try to be kind to her because I know that underneath she’s scared. She was treated badly by her owners and then thrown out on the street. I let her pull rank in the house because when we’re out on walks she’s a quivering wreck and I get to be in charge. Pearl hates sudden loud noises. Even the sound of children playing sends her into a frenzy of fear, and it’s really embarrassing when she starts pulling and twirling and chewing on the lead. One day she chewed right through it and ran all the way back to the house.
Annabelle fostered 8 dogs before Pearl and Greyhound Rescue Wales found homes for all of them, but Pearl has to be a lifetime foster because she was such a delinquent that no one could cope with her. That means GRW pay Annabelle her expenses for the whole of her life.
This is how it happened…
When Pearl first came here 8 years ago she was too scared to go for a walk because of all the unfamiliar noises outside, so when Annabelle went to put the lead on her she turned into a snarling, snapping white monster. Annabelle didn’t push it because she didn’t want to lose her fingers – she needs them for writing her books – so she left Pearl in the house and just took me for a walk. I thought we’d given up on Pearl, but not a bit of it. The next day Annabelle was eating a sandwich and Pearl snuck out of her hidey-hole in the back room, hoping for a tidbit. Little did she know Annabelle had the lead behind her back. Annabelle offered Pearl a crust, and Pearl took the bait. Quick as a whippet, Annabelle clipped the lead on Pearl’s collar and off we all went. By employing similar trickery over the following weeks, Annabelle got Pearl out for a walk every day until she was used to it.
That was when GRW tried to home her. I breathed a sigh of relief as we watched her being taken away by the nice couple in their car. But 3 weeks later she was back – I’m not sure what went wrong but I’m guessing she freaked out when she found herself in a strange new area and turned back into the Great White Monster when it was time for “walkies”.
So it looks like I’m stuck with my foster-sister for good. She’s not that bad really, I just wish she’d show me a little respect. After all, I’m older than her and a SUPERMODEL. Long before she came on the scene I did a photoshoot for Pets at Home – they wanted GRW dogs in their Greyhound and Lurcher calendars – and I appeared on the front page of the Greyhound calendar, no less, even though I’m not a pure bred Greyhound.
So suck on that, Badger Features!