Wednesday, October 18, 2017

2018 Celebrating Greyhounds Calendars are here!!!

Buy your 2018 calendar now and benefit MoKan Greyhound Adoption.
Wall Calendars are $13.00
Desk Calendars are $16.00

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($13 for each wall calendar, $16 for each desk calendar plus $7 shipping)
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MoKan Greyhound Adoption
PO Box 234
Independence, MO 64051

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

2017 Celebrating Greyhounds Calendars are Here!!!

Use the links we've provided here or you can mail a check for $12.50 per wall calendar or $15.50 per desk calendar with $6.50 for postage to MoKan Greyhound Adoption, PO Box 234, Independence, MO 64051

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Tuesday, February 18, 2014

The Power of a Word

As a verb, the word rescue is defined as saving (someone/something) from a dangerous or distressing situation; it might be used to define what we do.  As a noun, the word rescue is defined as an act of saving or being saved from danger or distress; it might be used to define who we are.  Today I read a blog post by Kim Wolf called "Putting our Best Face Forward".  Her point was that shelters and rescues have, for too long, used sad stories and pitiful photos to market their adoptable animals.

In Greyhound adoption, the word rescue has a lot of power.  People come to us to adopt because they've heard the stories and they want to rescue a poor, abused Greyhound.  Some members of the racing industry are enraged by the word rescue because it insinuates that they are the abusers when most of them are wonderful people. 

This year marks the 20th year since I adopted my first retired racing Greyhound.  In those 20 years, I've never once thought of one of my dogs as a rescue.  This year marks the 10th year since we started this adoption program.  In those 10 years, I've only considered a hand full of the dogs that have visited our program as true rescues. To Ms. Wolf's point, I think our efforts to market our adoptable dogs show that we do not consider them to be hard luck cases.

One of our partners likes for us to send them our touching adoption stories.  I'm a pretty good story teller but, when trying to think of something that might represent a good "rescue" story I just come up empty.  Why?  Because I don't think of what we do as rescuing.  We educate, we train, we assess, we adopt...not with sympathy or pity but, with a love of watching these dogs become family pets.  With the laughter of watching them learn to play with toys. With amusement as they try to explain to you that they don't eat those little crunchy things you're trying to feed them.  With amazement as they continue to run lap after lap with that Greyhound smile on their faces.

Greyhound people do love to use that word.  That word that holds so much power...RESCUE.  I love to tell anyone who will listen that the real power in the word rescue comes from what happened to me after bringing home my first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh retired race dog.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

We've been away for a while but, my goodness have things been CRAZY so far in 2013.  In all of 2012 we placed 23 dogs and we believe we may hit 20 by the end of April.  I think I've bored our Facebook audience to tears with the adventures of Chance so I thought I would bring a little of that chaos to our blog.  This is Chance.

He's not quite two and is love, love, loving life in a home even if it's just a foster home.  He has had two full days in a crate and he has done very well.  It's when he gets out of his crate that the fun starts.  Tonight it's cold and wet outside so the dogs haven't been able to run off much energy.  That's okay, Chance will busy himself around the house.  He found an empty plastic food container which he tore up and spread around the house.  He somehow pulled the sewing machine off of the sewing machine table.  Yeah, that was loud.  He helped himself to a bag of Tostitos (which gratefully he did not eat, just carried around), he moved a pair of my pants and stole the hand towel I use to get hot items out of the oven.  And now he's sleeping.  Tonight he learned that he likes to have his neck scratched.  So he scratched it on a laundry basket, on Princess Shannon's butt and on my leg.  He then nibbled on my hand for a while.  He's a really fun boy.  I'm glad his spurts of busy-boy are short because I'm not sure that I have the energy to chase him around the house for more than 10 or 15 minutes at a time.  You're a funny, funny boy Chance.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

We have had such a great and busy week!  Frisco went to his new home last week which was very exciting.  Congratulations to Carol and Frisco.  We hope you have a greyt life together!  Nite was also adopted by her foster family.  Congratulations to the Lewis family and beautiful Nite.

We also brought in two new dogs.  Diva joined us on Sunday, April 15th and Lori joined us Saturday, April 21st.  Both are lovely brindle girls and both have had their "spa" days so they are ready to find their forever homes.

We are event free this week so we hope everyone has a great and peaceful weekend!