As an eighteen-year-old in the 1980s, Phoenix, Arizona, I remembered hearing stories of dead greyhounds being found in the desert with bullets through their skulls. This was horrifying. Back then I made a commitment to adopt a greyhound one day. That day came many years later but I did it and Henry brightened up my life. He was an eighty-five-pound brindle and white furred creature. His skull was misshapen and this caused his eyes to be pulled back a bit as if he has “had work done!” He was adorable.
I adopted Del Sol Henry in 2018. His adoption catapulted me into this amazing and unique greyhound cult that I never knew existed! Henry and I attended nail trimming parties, and give your dog a bath events! There are dress your dogs like a pirate parties and dog park socials! There were beautiful collars for sale and matching leashes, t-shirts, necklaces, calendars!! I loved being a part of the greyhound community.
