The Greihound should have a long hede and somedele grete, ymaked in the manner of a luce; a good large mouth and good sessours, the one again the other, so that the nether jaws passe not them above, ne that thei above passe not him neither. The neck should be grete and long, and bowed as a swanne's neck. Her shuldres as a roebuck; the for leggs streght and gret ynow, and nought to hind legges; the feet straught and round as a catte, and great cleas; the boones and the joynetes of the cheyne grete and hard as the chyne of an hert; the thighs great and squarred as an hare; the houghs steight, and not crompyng as of an oxe. A catte's tayle, making a ring at eend, but not to hie. Of all manere of Greihondes there byn both good and evel; Natheless the best hewe is rede falow, with a black moselle.

How to tell if you are into Greyhounds

You know you are into greyhounds when ...
The kennel is cleaner than your kitchen.
You remembered to vaccinate the pups, but
forgot to feed the kids.
Your idea of a day off is not having to clean
out the dog yards.
You only get to travel when a bitch comes into
season.
You asked for leads and collars for Christmas.
Your house pet is a whippet or a greyhound.
You have friends over for dinner and the
conversation invariably turns to stools.
Sleeping in means until 7am.
Your personal cheques have a greyhound in
the left corner.
You dont even NOTICE the smells that seem
to offend other people.
You have 300 pedigrees committed to memory
but forgot your Mums birthday .... again.
You lay awake at night worried that you forgot
to lock a gate.
Every time you go into the house you have to
scrape this "stuff" off your shoes.
No matter how hard youve worked today, you
havent caught up on what you should have done
yesterday.
And you wouldnt change a thing ... except
maybe for that "stuff" on your shoes.

You have 300 pedigrees committed to memory
but forgot your Mums birthday .

Coats look so glorious,
They gleam and shine,
We are a vision, look so groomed,
So fine.

Our bodies so muscular
And so sleek,
Kept by Romans, Egyptians,
Even by the Greek.

Kept by you? Maybe,
Who knows, we shall see,
Will you win my heart,
Be the one chosen by me?

Weve belonged to royalty in the past,
Raced through history, we are never last.
A breed changed so little from so long ago,
Our popularity as pets continues to grow and grow.

We are loving and gentle, patient and loyal,
Fairly lazy, not made for a day of hard toil,
More suited to snoozing away hours of the day,
Owning a black greyhound is great, nothing more to say.

I was standing on a hillside
In a field of blowing wheat
And the spirit of a Greyhound
Was lying at my feet.
He looked at me with kind dark eyes
Ancient wisdom shining through.
In the essence of his being,
I saw such love there too.
His mind locked upon my heart
As I stood there on that day.
And he told me of this story
About a place so far away.
As I stood upon that hillside
In a field of blowing wheat,
In a twinkling of a second
His spirit left my feet.

His tale put my heart at ease;
All my fears did fade away
About what lay ahead of me
On another distant day.
I live among Gods creatures now
In the heavens of your mind.
So do not grieve for me my friend,
As I am with my kind.
My Collar is a rainbows hue;
My leash is a shooting star.
My boundaries are the Milky Way
Where I sparkle from afar.

There are no pens or kennels here
For I am not confined.
But Im free to roam Gods heavens
Among the Greyhound kind.
I nap the day on a snowy cloud
Gentle breezes rocking me.
And dream the dreams of earthlings,
And how it used to be.

The trees are full of liver treats
And tennis balls abound,
And milk bones line the walkways
Just waiting to be found.
There is even a ring set up,
The grass all lush and green;
And everyone who gaits around
Becomes the Best of Breed.

For were all winners in this place;
We have no faults, you see.
And God passes out those ribbons
To each one, even me.
I drink from waters laced with gold,
My world a beauty to behold;
And wise old dogs form my pride
To amble at my side.

At night I sleep in an angels arms,
Her wings protecting me,
And moonbeams dance about us
Just as stardust falls on thee.
So when your life on earth is spent
And you stand at Heavens gate,
Have no fear of loneliness
For here, you know, I wait.

That Greyhounds need that great deep chest...
To house their great big hearts.

Treat me Kindly
My Beloved Friend
For no heart in the entire world is more grateful for your Kindness
Than mine
Don't be Angry with me for long
After all you have your job
Your Friends
Your Entertainment

I only have YOU .

Exchange day arrived and you came to my aid,

I was on a hauler, confused and afraid.

You checked my tattoos and got me real clean,

And pretty soon..I had the urge to lean.

You took my picture and looked in my ear,

Then softly whispered, You have nothing to fear.

You would be my handlers and also my friend,

You would love and care for me and help me to mend.

Im a retired greyhound who can no longer race,

But Im a gentle spirit you can see it in my face.

You taught me to sit and stay, to heel and more,

And sometimes how to walk on a real slippery floor.

We went on pack walks and played in the pen,

And you opened your heart and proved youre good men.

Ten weeks later it was time to go

I knew my commands and I learned all you know.

Its time to move to my forever home,

and soon to end this heartfelt poem.

So pack my bag, give me a hug and a kiss,

I hope I dont cry, but youll surely be missed.

My life will be different in my forever home,

I may have a playmate, a yard and a bone.

But Ill never forget you, no matter your crime.

Our souls are united..yours and mine!

Birds are fleeting above my head,
Glimpse of the sun is peeking through the clouds,
My partner is drawing characters in the sand,
I run my hands over the seashells and tiny rocks,
I explore a combination of sharp edges and wet stone,

A misty gloom appears along the coast,
The sound of seagulls squarking and dogs barking echos in the distance,

My partner lights a cigarette and sits across me smiling,
We hear the pitter-patter of a greyhound dog walking towards us,
The greyhound greets us with a curious gesture,
We welcome the dog with open arms and stroke their furry face to say hello
The grey-hound pondering between us,
Excitingly moving around,
We hear the sound of people talking in the background,
The grey-hound wonders off to accompany their owner,

A shift of temperature occurs in the atmosphere,
I feel the cold cracking my lips,
My partner begins to roll a spliff,
I contemplate about the warmth,
I propose we hit the Carrot Caf along our way,
My partner agrees as he smokes his doobie
We get up and set upon our next journey.

Why not be oneself? That is the whole secret of a successful appearance. If one is a greyhound, why try to look like a Pekingese?
Edith Sitwell

Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;
As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,
Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are 'clept
All by the name of dogs: the valued file
Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
The housekeeper, the hunter, every one
According to the gift which bounteous nature
Hath in him closed.
William Shakespeare

Greyhounds are such agreeable friends-they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms.
Greyhounds have always found a special place in our hearts and love you more than you love yourself.
It is our duty to treat all Greyhounds with love and protect them.
The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.
We should know how to value a life because a life is a life whether in humans or in animals.

Compassion for Greyhounds is intimately connected with goodness of character
It may be confidently asserted that he who is cruel to ANY greyhound cannot be a good man.

There is only one dangerous breed

HUMANS

You can judge a man's true character by the way he treats his Greyhounds

Man is the Reasoning Animal. Such is the claim. I think it is open to dispute. Indeed, my experiments have proven to me that he is the Unreasoning Animal... In truth, man is incurably foolish. Simple things which other animals easily learn, he is incapable of learning. Among my experiments was this. In an hour I taught a cat and a dog to be friends. I put them in a cage. In another hour I taught them to be friends with a rabbit. In the course of two days I was able to add a fox, a goose, a squirrel and some doves. Finally a monkey. They lived together in peace; even affectionately.

Next, in another cage I confined an Irish Catholic from Tipperary, and as soon as he seemed tame I added a Scotch Presbyterian from Aberdeen. Next a Turk from Constantinople; a Greek Christian from Crete; an Armenian; a Methodist from the wilds of Arkansas; a Buddhist from China; a Brahman from Benares. Finally, a Salvation Army Colonel from Wapping. Then I stayed away for two whole days. When I came back to note results, the cage of Higher Animals was all right, but in the other there was but a chaos of gory odds and ends of turbans and fezzes and plaids and bones and flesh--not a specimen left alive. These Reasoning Animals had disagreed on a theological detail and carried the matter to a Higher Court.
Mark Twain,

By their delight in being with us, the reliable sunniness of their disposition, the joy they bring to playtime, the curiosity with which they embrace each new experience, Greyhounds can melt cynicism,and sweeten the bitter heart.

My goal in life is to become as wonderful as my Greyhound thinks I am

My Greyhound is usually pleased with what I do, because she is not infected with the concept of what I "should" be doing.

If I could be half the person my Greyhound is, Id be twice the human I am.