After four days of sleeping on cold concrete floors, eating what you'd never call gourmet meals, and being inspected by all these smiling people comin' by and lookin' at me and talking and telling me what a "pretty boy" I am, I was ready to get "back on the road again". I'd get my hopes up that one of those nice people was gonna take me home but they'd keep on walking to the next cage. Let me tell you, I was ready to get out of here. But no such luck ... here I sit. The bark up and down the cages is that you only get to stay here five days, then you're taken through that door at the end of the hall and nobody ever comes back. This is my fourth day and here I sit, next to a half-breed something, howlin' his head off singing an old Haggard song "doin' 99 yrs. in prison ... doin' life without parole.." I wish he'd shut up. It makes me just wanna cry.

This nice lady, Carolyn, a guard or something keeps coming by and talking to me, tellin' me she's trying to find someone to take me. So far no luck ... not many people want a greyhound ... we're to big ... we need a yard ... we eat too much ... they don't know much about us. Day five, Carolyn came by, opened my cage and took me out. She was crying ... I couldn't figure it out. I'm finally going through that door and never coming back. Maybe that's what Old Blue called the vet. So what does he know. It might be nice in there. Here I am, going to a new place and she was crying. These humans are hard to figure sometime. Only trouble, going through that door wasn't what I though it'd be. There was a big room with forty or fifty other dogs waiting for someone to give them a shot of some kind. Heck shots don't bother me. Greyhounds have big hearts and big veins ... maybe they'd want me to donate some of my blood. We do that a lot. So I just stood there lookin' around. As we moved up the line, Carolyn kept hugging me and talking telling me she'd called every rescue group she could think of and none of them even answered her call. As we slowly moved up that line, I got the strangest feeling ... something wasn't right. Those other dogs were getting their shots and falling down DEAD! I put on the brakes and Carolyn had to pull me along. She looked into my baby brown's with tears streaming down her face, and must have seen the fear in mine, cause suddenly she yanks me out of that line and takes me back to that cage. Thank God! Never thought I'd want to go back into another cage. Carolyn was talking to me, crying all the time. Women cry at the darndest times, but she kept telling me about this last person she had forgotten to call ... someone called Greylady. As the minutes clicked by on that big clock on the wall, it was silent as a tomb. Half-breed next door was gone. Matter of fact ... everyone I came in with was gone except me. After what seemed forever, Carolyn came back with a huge smile on her face. She opened my cage and called me by name ... SUNBUTTER ... Now how did she know that? I later found out that Greylady looked up my ear numbers and told her. Well good thing you're a greyhound she said cause Greylady's coming after you. You've been rescued. And that was the beginning of the rest of my life ... what a life ... but that's another tale ... So now you know the inside poop ... on what it's like on death row!

This is a true story. There really is a SUNBUTTER that's me. And there really is a Carolyn that cried because she couldn't put me down. And Greylady is my new human mama at the National Greyhound Foundation Inc. Thats the POOP!