My name is Solo, and I am a blue greyhound, still very baby-like in my thoughts and actions. I was two years old in May 2012. I have never raced. I adopted my people, John and Maureen, in January 2012, and they drove hundreds of kilometres to come and meet me and pick me up from the GAP kennels in Sanson.
GAP stands for Greyhounds as Pets, which is a registered charity established by the racing industry in New Zealand to find pet homes for greyhounds which are no longer able to race. (Or, like me, who never made it to the racetrack.) You can find out more about GAP here: http://www.greyhoundsaspets.org.nz
I was an only pup, hence my name, and I apparently suffered “birth trauma”, which affected the way I walk. Well, I say walk: I walk just fine, and I can gallop like a racehorse (did you know we greyhounds can gallop at 75 kilometres per hour [46.6miles per hour] within six strides from a standing start? The only animal that can accelerate faster than us is a cheetah! 🙂 ) The only thing I can’t do is trot. So when we get up to trotting pace (a brisk human walk), I bound along with both front legs at the same time, a bit like a rocking horse. I don’t have a problem with that, though strangers often ask my Mum why I “walk funny”, or stop her to tell her I am lame (which I’m not). It’s just the way I am, and I know my Mum and Dad love me however I am, so that’s okay.
Here is a link to the GAP video of me, taken before I found my Mum and Dad. I was billed as “Special Solo” and I like being special. 🙂
You can read about my adventure after I left the GAP kennel in my first blog post – ‘The First Few Days’….. and my post, ‘Barking Mad’ is also very exciting!
I have quickly settled into my new home on the northern Coromandel Peninsula and I love it here. I have lots of comfy beds – 4 dedicated dog beds, my own settee outside on the balcony, Mum and Dad’s bed, the spare bed, the settee upstairs in the sitting room, and a bed in the shade on the balcony when it’s hot! We are lucky enough to have a lovely big garden, where I can go zoomies like a mad thing when the mood takes me. I go for morning walks with Dad, and Mum usually takes me for walks to the beach every evening. I sometimes manage to wangle a mid-day walk to the store with Mum, as well.
My Mum types this blog for me, as I am not very good with the keys on the laptop. Mum is a writer, and so is Dad. I have read some of Mum’s stuff (I don’t really understand it, but Mum says that’s okay) but I’m not allowed to read a lot of Dad’s stuff, as he writes a lot of horror, and they don’t want me to have nightmares.
These are some links I like:
My Mum’s going to add some more links soon, as she and I have made a lot more friends now.