Our fun with Frankie
IN my fi nal column, I thought it would be remiss of me not to let readers meet one of my pets, so let me tell you about my rescued greyhound Frankie.
My girlfriend Hayley was dead- set on getting a dog. For her, any dog would do – she loves them all.
I was a little bit more particular about what I wanted. We took many trips to the dogs home but it was a chance meeting outside work with an owner of two greyhounds which kicked my mind into gear about the prospect of getting one.
We were looking on Emma Haswell’s Brightside Farm website at their dogs for adoption and they had a whippet named China we were both interested in, so the next day we drove down to Brightside unannounced, only to fi nd it closed.
I called Emma and she said she wasn’t home but that there were volunteers there and we were welcome to have a look at the dogs for adoption.
She inquired about how high our fences were at home and said they defi nitely wouldn’t be high enough to house China, who was known to leap over a 2m fence and run away.
Frankie, her sister Lexi and mum Maggie May had all just arrived at Brightside.
As soon as Hayley saw the two sisters she grabbed their leads and took them for a walk up the driveway. When she returned, she said Frankie was the one she wanted.
Emma told us Frankie was retired from racing before she even got started because she would only chase the lure for about 30m and then lose interest. Whether that was laziness or her just being too intelligent, it has worked out fantastically for Hayley and I. When we take her to the park for a run, she’ll often realise she’s got open ground and go tearing around for a couple minutes before walking back up to us and saying, ‘ OK, I’ve had enough, we can go home now’.
We were amazed at how intelligent and quickly she transformed from being a creature whose sole intention was to race with other dogs to being a domesticated pet.
It only took Hayley a couple of days to teach her to sit, lie down and “speak” on command. We bought her a bed and put it in the foyer of our house and after two nights she realised when we went to bed it was time for her to go too.
She’s a bit of a sook though – she’s pretty scared of other dogs, which is quite amusing when you see a little puppy or a small dog run at her at the park and she just bolts in the other direction.
It’s quite weird because she wants to make friends with all other animals besides dogs. Our next- door neighbour’s cat spends a lot of time asleep in our front yard and Frankie always goes up to it wanting to make friends, but that is defi nitely not reciprocated. And don’t even get me started on what our two pet rabbits think of her, even though all she wants to do is befriend them ( which may be the reason she never made it in the career she was bred for).
A lot of people in this column generally say the best thing about their pet is having something to come home to – and I would have to agree.
Hayley and I couldn’t recommend highly enough getting a greyhound as a pet. They’re great with people, especially kids, and I think there are a lot of misconceptions about the breed, such as that they need heaps of exercise.
We’re hoping to have Frankie for many more years but further down the track we wouldn’t hesitate in considering getting another greyhound.