Gracie the Greyhound
By Anne Spackman
Copyright 2012 by Anne Spackman
Cover art by Anne Spackman
Using public domain picture
A grey greyhound born in a West Virginia kennel one sunny afternoon had five siblings and was the runt of the litter. But, the tiny girl pup, named Gracie, grew within several weeks to be the fastest little dog in the kennel. Because she was fast, Gracie’s owner raced her for four and a half years.
When the time came for Gracie to stop racing, her owner tried very hard to get her adopted so that she wouldn’t be put to sleep. Gracie was a sweet-tempered dog with a lovely grey coat. In a few weeks after she stopped racing, a nice family from Alabama came to get her, and that is where this story begins…
“Well, this one’s a bit thin,” said Mr. Arlington, pointing to Gracie. He was tall, and in age somewhere around fifty years old. He wore plain blue jeans and a t-shirt, but had a drawl like an old-fashioned Southern gentleman.
“Yes, but, Dad, she’s so pretty!” cried Christina, Mr. Arlington’s eleven-year-old daughter, who was enchanted by Gracie the moment she saw her. “She just needs some tender loving care, I think. She’ll be fine with some good food and plenty of love.” Christina had come with her parents to Gerrardstown, to Greyhound Rescue, Inc., a place for greyhounds who had finished racing to be adopted by loving families.