Strider

[kygreylady]

Strider came to live with me in September of 1988. He was four years old, and had just finished track life due to a broken hock. He was in pain for the next year, and lived on Dex and pain meds. He was a huge black with a tuxedo, and a gentle giant. He was terrified his first few days, and had to be taught how to go up and down steps. It took a week or so for his goofy personality to start coming out, but when it did, he was a charmer. He smiled, playbowed, and ran like the wind, when his leg didn't hurt!

His first Christmas with us, I ran out to pick up some rolls, leaving the turkey on the counter to cool a bit before slicing, and when I got back, there was nothiing left but a big greasy spot on the living room carpet...needless to say Strider moaned, groaned and farted all night...in spite of the fact that the entire family had descended for Christmas Eve dinner. I fed them dressing, mashed potatoes and some left over ham from a few nights prior...with a few hot dogs thrown in for good measure. I learned a lesson...and Strider became a part of family lore that night. He was a treasure.

[Judy Currier]

Too funny! Is Strider a turkey fan still?

[kygreylady]

Judy...Your little message made me look at what I had typed...I had my dates wrong. Strider came to me in 1988...and he lived with me until he was almost 15...when he had to be helped to the Bridge. He is buried in my backyard, next to his best friend Daisy. He was my first greyhound, and he will always be a part of this family. And yes, he loved turkey always..and if I cooked one he would hang about the kitchen sniffing the air with anticipation. Needless to say he only ever got scraps after that, but he tried!