Loud Logan
Painting by Allison McClary
Loud Logan
Born May 1, 2001
Adopted February 2005
Died April 19, 2012
Logan came to us from the Dubuque track. Our daughter wanted to adopt a red brindle greyhound and Logan was it. Logan was the only greyhound we ever considered giving back! He was an alpha-wannabe and really food aggressive. After he ripped open the throat of our greyhound Max (resulting in 9 staples) we gave serious thought to returning him. Our daughter Allison cried over that thought, and we decided to keep him and try and adjust to Logan’s issues. From that point forward, he was fed and given all treats in his crate and muzzled in the yard and in the car for the protection of our other greyhounds and that seemed to help a lot. He did continue to have some “incidents” indoors over the years involving our other greyhounds with a nip here, a ripped ear there, earning him the name “Logan the Lacerator”. This usually was a result of one of us making a food - related accident, like spilling food on the ground within his earshot. Other than his occasional lapse, he was a good boy- he was a good watchdog at the door, a funny boy tossing stuffed animals at meal times, and his smooth seal- like coat was a pleasure to pet. He’d always welcome you home with enthusiasm, no matter how many times you came home in a day. He was a good teller of time, letting you know when to get up and when it was time to eat. Logan was a self- exerciser, running laps around the yard by himself when he wanted to stretch out some and would help us out by staying home for the big bone treat, as opposed to being the 6th dog to walk. He would be the first out at the back fence to check out a neighbor moving around or a feral cat walking across the back yard. He mellowed some with age and he started to pick and choose what he would put his efforts into moving for.
Just like children, all of our dogs behave differently, and we love them unconditionally and accept their faults as being what makes them unique. Our love for our red brindle Cujo and acceptance of his issues resulted in a happy home for him. It’s a little quieter around the house now. Logan went in his crate to sleep one night and passed away peacefully with no apparent suffering or stress. Now we imagine him hogging all sorts of food and treats on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge meeting up with his long lost friends from his past.
Nan, Marty and Allison McClary