My aunt’s old greyhound actually was, uhh… dog racist, I guess. I don’t mean towards humans, I mean other dogs. He’d happily interact with other greyhounds, doing all the usual dog greetings, but the less the other dog looked like a greyhound the more likely it was that he’d awkwardly ignore them and refuse to engage. Whippet? Cool. Lurcher? Ehhh, cautiously acceptable. Labrador? Absolutely fucking not
He was an ex-racer that my aunt got from a shelter, and he had clearly been through a lot before that. He got a good retirement with her though
I didn’t see any sort of a pattern about the size, but to be fair he wasn’t my dog so I didn’t see him interacting with other dogs most of the time. He was fine with both greyhounds the same size as him and whippets that were much smaller, so I don’t think it was about size
That said you have reminded me of an entertaining memory. I worked at a greyhound rescue centre for a little bit (not the one my aunt’s dog came from), and I was just about the only person there that wasn’t a functionally-retired little old lady. One morning while we were walking the dogs, a squirrel darted across the path. It was carnage. Grannies scattered like bowling pins. Everyone was okay
My aunt’s old greyhound actually was, uhh… dog racist, I guess. I don’t mean towards humans, I mean other dogs. He’d happily interact with other greyhounds, doing all the usual dog greetings, but the less the other dog looked like a greyhound the more likely it was that he’d awkwardly ignore them and refuse to engage. Whippet? Cool. Lurcher? Ehhh, cautiously acceptable. Labrador? Absolutely fucking not
He was an ex-racer that my aunt got from a shelter, and he had clearly been through a lot before that. He got a good retirement with her though
Was it the size of the dogs? I know rescued greyhounds can have active prey drives since they basically chased a fake rabbit 24/7.
I didn’t see any sort of a pattern about the size, but to be fair he wasn’t my dog so I didn’t see him interacting with other dogs most of the time. He was fine with both greyhounds the same size as him and whippets that were much smaller, so I don’t think it was about size
That said you have reminded me of an entertaining memory. I worked at a greyhound rescue centre for a little bit (not the one my aunt’s dog came from), and I was just about the only person there that wasn’t a functionally-retired little old lady. One morning while we were walking the dogs, a squirrel darted across the path. It was carnage. Grannies scattered like bowling pins. Everyone was okay
Greyhounds are such wonderful dogs