For us it started in 2004. We lost our two dogs within a month of each other leaving us and our 3-year-old daughter with a hole in our hearts. My husband and I had been to tracks in different parts of the country and always watched when the dogs were brought out. We always commented on how beautiful the dogs are and how we'd like to have one someday. Neither of us felt any particular way about their treatment; we had heard old stories but it didn't match what we saw at the tracks. We thought the dogs were just there. Not mistreated, but not treated great, if that makes sense. We just knew we wanted one eventually.
We met a few at a meet and greet, went home and picked our perfect greyhound from the adoption group's website only to be told "NO! That one!!" by our daughter. Being the suckers we are, we let Emily pick (because, get real...what parent won't let the kid who lost both her dogs pick). Best decision ever. Our first boy, Pat C Postman, came from SOKC. He was an amazing ambassador for the breed. We came to SOKC after adopting him and we're fortunate enough to meet his trainer, Chris Tanaka (not sure if that's actually correct, or how to spell it) and he remembered Posty, and told us what a great dog we had. That was the moment our opinion of track treatment changed. We saw exactly how much the dogs are loved and cared for in the way Chris spoke about Postman. It was such an honor to meet him and thank him for loving our boy before we did. Posty loved us as much as we loved him. He was with us for almost 7 years when he passed away from kidney failure. He was a joy and I am so grateful to a 3 year old for insisting on "that one".
Ashlie Johnston
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