I adopted a retired racing Greyhound around 2001. She was 5 when I adopted her and I was told that she was "lucky" and must have been a good racer because she was kept until that age. She was a wonderful dog-Dixie was her name-and she lived in perfect harmony with our 4 Toy Poodles and our cats. She got out once when my son had friends over and was missing for 9 days. Greyhounds-especially retired racers-are not car smart. I put up flyers and checked the animal shelter but no luck. Then one evening,my daughter was over and said she was taking the kids to the movies. She drove down our road and got onto the freeway and there she was! She called me and said "Mom! Dixie is on the freeway!" I assumed she meant dead,but nope,she was running. I flew down there in my van and pulled onto the median and called her. Well,she ignored me of course-Greyhounds don`t come when called and she was freaked out! So I got out and opened the side van door and said "Let`s go for a ride and in she jumped!" In the following days,I heard from people who had seen her running in different areas-most on the freeway-and had tried to catch her but no luck. It was a miracle that she survived. We had just moved,not far but I think she was probably trying to figure out how to get back "home". She passed away at age 12 from,of all things,tongue cancer. The only reason I did not adopt a second one was that they have to be kept very warm in the winter and cool in the summer and we worked out of town back then and it was hard to make sure she was always in a temperature controlled environment.
....okay, the part about you adopting her and she had a lovely life for 7 years! That's pretty wonderful!
