It’s A Greyhound Thing …


It is, it really is. Greyhound owners are known for it. You think it won’t happen to you, but … yep. We end up talking about poop. Shh! It happens.

You see, greyhounds are a breed which can have delicate digestive systems. To be fair, there are many greyhounds out there who’ve got a cast iron gut (like Sid), but for the rest, we worry over what might loosely be called ‘output’ – or as OH calls it, ‘product’ – and sadly, the word ‘loosely’ is all too apt at times. For example, when you first adopt a greyhound, you may notice that all is not well in the product department because the stress of leaving the kennels and adapting to home life can cause what is known in some circles as ‘pudding poop’. Pudding poop is somewhat less than pick-up-able. But not to worry, because it settles down fairly quickly once your dog has settled in and you’ve found the diet that works for him1 and stopped trying to feed him too many treats.

There are times, however, during any dog’s life, when he finds himself under the weather and the digestive system can give you clues as to what is going on. So the dedicated owner will Pay Attention to the Output of their Sick Pooch. Because when you get to the vet, Questions will be Asked, and you’d better have an answer or there will be the tiniest hint of an un-heaved sigh in the air while the vet silently wonders why nobody pays attention to these things.

So anyway, on this occasion, it was Jeffie whose product was being noted, because Jeffie wasn’t doing too well. He was not eating properly, he wasn’t drinking much, and he seemed more tired than he should, even for a twelve-year old greyhound with degenerative myelopathy and Dogzheimer’s2.

We often get separated a little bit on our walks because one dog will hang back, or want to go on ahead. You know how they are, and I had stopped to pick up after Sid, and when I caught up, OH was just tying his little green bag having done the same for Jeffie.

OH (discreetly jiggling the bag in my direction): ‘This is very odd!’

Me: ‘Is it orange?’

OH: ‘Yes! Well, part of it is … How did you know?’

Me: ‘Because Sid’s is the same. It’s the food they had for breakfast’.

OH: ‘What did they have?’

Me: ‘Wainwrights tray food. It has a lot of veggies in it’.

OH: ‘Wainwrights .. oh, yes. That’s the one in the orange box. Well, there you go, then.’

There was a pause. And then:

OH: ‘We should get the one in the blue box next time, and see what happens!’

It took me a while before I got it and then the old mind kind of boggled a bit.

Although I have heard stories3….

1 Which usually isn’t the one the kennel told you he was being fed with absolutely no problems.

2 Since writing this (I’ve been busy, OK?) Jeffie has been to the vet and had a thorough examination. He is now on a short course of antibiotics and is looking a lot better. He has his mojo back! Yay!

3 They mostly involve stolen sweets swallowed complete with their wrappers, or Christmas tinsel, but sometime other, more unsuitable things. The funniest of which is always pieces of brightly-coloured, chewed up greyhound basket muzzle, placed on the dog to (yes, you guessed it) stop them chewing things.

11 thoughts on “It’s A Greyhound Thing …

  1. Taffy's Mum 19th March 2015 / 12:25 pm

    Oh that’s way too funny but I will confess I too have names and have been known to check my houndies end products.

    The consistency of those just brought home from the kennel poops are like Mr Whippy ice-cream (sorry if I have just put you off Mr Whippy’s !!)

    The ‘sparkly poop’s’ – purple and gold (after a rather unhealthy diet of chocolate coins and a large bar of turkish delight dairy milk) – William

    and the best one yet – ‘poo on a stick’ … this was following an extra large slurp of the remains of a Magnum (ice-cream part only) which resulted in the stick becoming too slippery to hang onto thanks to the enjoyment and anticipation drool. – Taffy 😉
    Fortunately the sick being short and stumpy, it was able to process through normally and came out safely the other end 🙂

    • Jay 20th March 2015 / 8:33 am

      Hahaha! Yes, I worry when I let Sid finish off a Magnum – which he LOVES! Jeffie couldn’t care less. It’s good to know that should the same thing happen, I don’t have to completely panic about the stick!

      I’ve heard the ‘Mr Whippy’ analogy before. It doesn’t worry me, because I really don’t like Mr Whippy anyway – let’s face it, it’s not REAL ice cream, is it? I’ve also heard ‘porridge poo’, ‘chocolate pudding’, and various others. One has to call it something!

  2. A Cuban In London 19th March 2015 / 6:37 pm

    That was a very… delicate… subject matter :-)., to put it mildly. Loved your tale, though.

    By the way, Marta was “one of the ones” ;-). Since the post was written from the perspective of a 17-year-old, then, yes, she was the one at the time. But many years later, the “only one” is the woman I have been married to for almost 18 years. 🙂

    Greetings from London.

    • Jay 20th March 2015 / 8:35 am

      I know, I know … and as I said on Facebook, ‘dog people will understand, not sure about anyone else!’

      Thanks for telling me about Marta! It’s always intriguing to read stories like this and wonder what happened. Funnily enough, I met my husband (38 years and counting) when I was sixteen. Took us 6 years to get to the point of actually becoming a proper couple, during which time we both played the field, but he was definitely ‘the one’.

  3. Valerie Daggatt 20th March 2015 / 10:39 am

    How to get a persons memory flowing with one simple post!

    Although I remember certain incidents very well, on the whole my labradors’ toilet practices weren’t too bad … until the end of their lives, that is, when everything went haywire.

    • Jay 22nd March 2015 / 2:05 pm

      Ah.. it happens in old age, doesn’t it? Poor Jeffie can’t always hold it these days, bless him.

  4. genjiscorner 22nd March 2015 / 12:53 pm

    Oh yes, get any two greyhound people together, and their dogs’ poops come up in conversation after a drink or two. Knock on wood, my current 4 pups all have cast-iron stomachs and are not picky eaters.

    • Jay 22nd March 2015 / 2:07 pm

      True, no? So funny, too, new people always apologise, and the rest of us are going ‘no, no, it’s fine – so tell me … ‘ 😛

      You’re lucky with yours. Our first was lactose-intolerant and we’d always know if he’d filched something with milk in it. Even a slice of bread and margarine was enough. Susan had kidney issues so produced some horrible stuff at times, Renie and Jack were pretty good. Sid’s pretty good, but Jeffie .. well … he’s an oldie, bless his heart.

  5. liz 23rd March 2015 / 3:04 pm

    You can’t beat a good discussion about poo. George’s problem is usually the other extreme. Not hard but, um, stringy, and dangly and hard to express. I blame the grass he eats. (And, no, I don’t think he eats grass because he has stomach problems; he thinks he’s a sheep.)

    • Jay 23rd March 2015 / 3:17 pm

      Oh, I’ve often used a second poop bag to grab the danglies, Liz! LOL! Sid thinks he’s a sheep, too.

  6. Secret_Agent_Woman 26th March 2015 / 4:12 pm

    That was never a problem with our greyhound but my ex got custody of him and I understand that he did toward the end of his life.

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