Opportunity comes around where you least expect it. The year was 1998 and I was sitting in the Oakland Airport waiting for my flight back to L.A. My eyes focused on a billboard that changed my life.
I had been thinking about getting a dog now that I was on the road to self-employment. All my adult life I wanted a dog but worked too many hours to consider it. I had started to do online research and was leaning toward poodle rescue because that was the dog I grew up with. I thought I wanted a small dog that didn’t shed.
I looked up and there was a billboard of a greyhound wearing a stocking cap. Greyhound? The only greyhound I had ever seen was painted on the side of a bus. Maybe it was the absurdity of the stocking cap or the kind look in the dog’s eyes but I wanted to know more. I wrote down the URL.
Once back home it took me all of 15 minutes to complete an application online. Then I read voraciously about greyhounds. Within the week, I received a call saying someone had to come to my house and talk to me and all the occupants. The adoption rep (Lynda) came with her greyhound who promptly vomited all over my patio; she said he was carsick. He (Cody) was a beautiful gentle giant.
Lynda made some recommendations for making my home and yard dog safe. I told her I wanted a petite female. After I was approved by the adoption group, it was time to meet some greyhounds. The first place they sent me was Garden Grove. I lived in Redondo Beach. After about six freeway interchanges and several wrong turns, I met Painter who was a big black and white male. He was kind of shy but walked well on leash.
The next day they told me I could meet a petite female but I had to drive to La Habra Heights, more freeway interchanges. I decided Painter was the one. While some people make their dog-choosing decisions on temperament, cat tolerance, or age – I based my decision on drive time.
Painter entered my home on the Sunday after Thanksgiving in 1998 at 4 ½. He was my best friend until he went to the Rainbow Bridge on December 10, 2006 at 12 ½. He was an ambassa-DOG and loved by many.
Being a greyhound adopter has changed my life in so many ways. While I love all dogs (I’m allergic to cats), there’s something magical and magnetic about the soul of a greyhound. Adopt one!
You can read how the airport billboard campaign happened and lucky for me that I was in the right place at the right time.
Thanks to The Greyhound Project for permitting me to use the billboard graphic.