It's about Max...

Look at this poor baby. No doubt he has spent the majority of his life in this "cage" and has run his heart out for his owner. Look at those eyes!

This is Max and yes, he is smiling!

I want to tell you about my dog brother, Max, or as his racing name proclaims: UCME Maxwell. However, I think they probably called him “Hey you!” because they don’t honor Greyhounds by using their names since they didn’t want some gambling, betting idiot to call their names from the grandstands and distract them.

Humans discover certain animals have a talent and they find a way to exploit and use them for personal gain. They use the word “broke” when it comes to training and in the process, the animal’s spirit is also broken because irresponsible people become abusive and only think of the money some poor creature can bring their way.

When my family adopted Max he was confused from being passed around as he was termed a “problem” dog given the fact he didn’t like other animals. His back legs were bald from being kenneled and his eyes showed the need for a loving forever home. For the first few weeks he would only sleep in a small corner of the bedroom like he was still in a kennel.

Today, Max sleeps on designer pillows and even has his own water bed. He gets a daily brushing and loves his trips to the dog park for a short burst of running (they aren’t built for endurance) and he is deeply loved.

I want to encourage all of you to consider adopting a retired Greyhound. They are so loyal and loving and gave so much for the unethical trainers who easily disposed of them when they didn’t win. They deserve better. They deserve a loving home that only you can offer. Please, for me, consider this.