Greyhound Adoption

Just in case someone doesn't know, there's a dog race track in Kenosha that's closing down that needs adoptive homes for about TWO HUNDRED greyhounds. Any greyhounds that aren't adopted by New Years will be put down. I'm posting this becuase I think it's terrible that there's 200 dogs that will die if they can't find homes before 2010. My family is thinking about adopting a greyhound and giving him a good home. I also have some good tips for adopting dogs.
Just because a dog seems aggresive, doesn't mean he is. My family adopted a dog four years ago. There was one dog that everyone, including the peopole at the humane society, thought was a menace because he was always barking and he was big and black. When my dad asked about him when we came in the door, the man he was talking to said "You don't want that one. Nobody does. He's a demon." The black dog was the one we adopted. His name is Chopper and he's the best dog our family ever had.
When you adopt a dog, you have to make sure you have the right resources for the paticular breed your getting. Like greyhounds and border collies. For greyhounds, you have to make sure that you have a place for them to run around since they're racing dogs. Greyhounds would be a good dog for just about any family becuase they're very loving and don't need as much space as you would think and like to sleep the day away. They just want a nice family and a warm bed. Plenty of greyhounds can live in familys with other dogs without trouble. Border collies are much different. They need attention. If the border collie in question likes to be the one in charge, they tend to not like other dogs. They need a lot of space to run and can be possesive. They're really smart dogs and can hold a grudge for years and it probably isn't a good idea to have them around small children. So Border collies need a very different environmet than Greyhounds. It's something you need to keep in mind when adopting a dog.
Dogs aren't born mean and nasty. If a dog is aggresive, it's becuase it's been treated in a way that made it like that. Dogs act acording to how they were rasied. If a dog is social and friendly, it was rasied in a family that treated it nicely. If the dog is scared of its own shadow, it was probably raised by people who treated it poorly. If you get a dog, make sure it's treated right.
If you adopt a dog, it's a good idea to ask about the dog's habits so that you don't end up in the middle of a dog fight or getting calls from neighbors complaining about your barking dog becuase once a dog's learned a habit, it's hard to get it to UN-learn it.
If you have a small pet like a hamster or a gerbil and you like to take it out of its cage, I don't suggest adopting a Greyhound. Greyhounds tend to hunt down and EAT small animals so if little Mr.Hamster gets out of his cage, I don't think he'll ever be coming back.
So that's it. There are 200 greyhound that need homes by new years. If you like dogs and want to get one, you're a good person. If you're one of those people that hate dogs and hope that those Greyhounds suffer, you're dead to me.(Okay, so I don't know what 'you're dead to me' MEANS but I think that it fits here nicely) But really, those Greyhounds need homes. They're easy to care for and loving and their flaws are easy to overlook(mostly), so if you want to be a good person, try adopting one of those Greyhounds that need a nice person right now. If you don't, you're evil.(Mostly)

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Ah, the big city. Ya gotta love it. The sights, the sounds, the smells, and 'n awesome lake view ta top it off. 'Course, the lakes no place to be at night, 'specially for an alley cat like me. Clock strikes seven. Seven a'clock. Time fer the dinner rush. And I just happen ta be the first, 'nd only one here.
Here comes the garbage boy, right on time. An' there goes the boss, just like always, yellin' at 'im and scarin' 'im half ta death. Come on, go back inside already. There 'e goes. Just 'n time to. An' now it's my turn to have some dinner.
UFF. Now that wasn't as bad as I thought. The trash cushioned m' landing. Probably shoulda looked before I jumped off the top a that buildin'. Now let's see what we have fer tonight. Score! Chicken wings 'n' some salmon. It's amazin' what some people throw out. Well one persons trash, is my dinner, and a good one, too.
What was that? It soun's like the trash cans 'r' havin' a riot! Who's out there?! A big ol' tom, that's who. Well, whadda ya want?
"My dinner." he says. Well, go ahead then. There's enough trash ta go 'round. There's...
"That's not my dinner." he says. Well then where is it?
"YOU'RE EATING IT!" YOW! OI! There's no need fer that! We can share, can't we? Clawed my nose ya did.
"RAAA!" IRK! Get offa me! Fine then, if that's how ya wan it!...Boy, that guy ran off fast. All I did was bite 'is ear. Huh, what a wimp. More salmon fer me, I guess.
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Tanight's shapin' up ta be a really good night. Had a good dinner, actually won a fight. This's probably the best night a my life, 'nd...Whoa! That is a lota trucks. 'R' those MILITARY trucks?! I think I'll...

"Whoa, okay, that did NOT happen. If there were that many military trucks in the same city, why haven't I heard about it until now? If they just drove through the street someone would have seen! It would have been all over the news! And I, at least, would have known before that."
"Oh yeah?", I asked opening one eye,"How's that?"
"I happen to work for the government," Martin retorted,"and, let's face it, something like that could never happen."
"I'm amazed that you can say that in a conversation with a 3 foot tall, talking, humanoid alley cat in a turtle shell." I twitched my whiskers at the look he gave me.
"Fine then, Quince. Explain to me how no one, including the government, saw this, heard of this, or was at all unaware of a convoy of military trucks parading through the streets." Martin asked.
"Tell me, Martin, how do you keep cars from going where they shouldn't, without making a big deal about it?" I looked at him expectantly. He though for a moment.
"Okay, I give. How?"
"Traffic lights."
"What?" Martin asked, incredulously,"How?"
"Easy." I replied,"All you do is turn on the traffic lights of all the roads leading onto roads that intersect with the road you want everyone to stay away from. No one questions traffic lights. And if someone does drive through a red light, traffic lights have cameras that would let you know. So if you're, say, driving military trucks through a city and don't want to be seen, you'd know someone was coming your way and have a chance to stop them." I twitched my tail and smirked, daring Martin to question my explanation, which, of course, he did.
"And how exactly do you know that's how it happened?" Martin questioned me, like I was a little kid who was lying to their teacher,"Did you actually see it?" I grinned and told him I hadn't.
"But Gil did." I added. I lean backward in my chair, which wasn't hard, considering I was already leaning halfway back with my feet on the table, and called for Gil. A blond kid wearing a brown cloak immediately lean out from the rail of the second floor.
"You still have those files from June 17th?" I called.
"Yeah, they're still on the computer." Gil called,"Why?"
"Mind showing them to Martin?" I asked.
"Sure." I turned to Martin.
"Those files have all the proof I need." I said leaning back and closing my eyes again.
"What kind of files are they?" asked Martin.
"All kinds. Traffic reports, surveillance videos, audio tracks. In fact, I think there's enough data in those files that I don't even have to finish my story."
"Well, let's see them then." said Martin getting up from his chair. I got out of my seat with more difficulty (my feet were still on the table) and followed him upstairs...