Have you ever noticed that your Greyhounds' head is narrower than his neck? Most other kinds of dogs' heads are wider than their neck and that keeps their collar secure when out walking. However, it is very easy for a Greyhounds' collar to slip over the head with potentially fatal results. I discovered this first hand one day when I was out delivering door to door. One of our Greys, Katie, likes to come with me when I am doing this and as we were walking along I thought that the lead felt a bit light. I looked behind and discovered that I was dragging an empty collar and lead along the ground with Katie trotting along a few yards behind. The collar had slipped right over her head. I was lucky this time, there weren't any cats about, if there had been I may never have seen Katie again, as with all Greys, she would have been off so fast that by the time she realised she was alone she would have been lost. (That's Katie at the bottom of this essay.)
What is the answer to this? Well it is certainly NOT to overtighten the collar. Obviously it should be resonably secure but if it is too tight your dog may choke or be unable to breathe. Certainly he will be very uncomfortable. The first thing is to always be sure that you are behind your Greyhound. Don't get in front or he will be able to simply back out of the collar and leave you holding an empty lead like I was. Better still, use a Halti, (see "Pulling on the lead" tip on this section.) Even if your dog doesn't pull on the lead a Halti is also the answer here as well. Most dogs soon become accustomed to them and accept them happily, however, if yours doesn't and is not a problem with pulling, then you could try a body harness instead. Whilst these are useless to correct pulling, indeed, they make it worse because the dog has his whole body to pull with, not just his neck, nevertheless, they are better than just a neck collar for security. If you don't want to use either of these methods then please stay at the rear of your precious Greyhound. If he backs out of the collar you may never see him alive again.
Because this is such an important issue for me, (I believe absolutely that a Greyhound should NEVER be off the lead unless in a private FULLY ENCLOSED area), I have re-printed below the story called Trust---A deadly disease. This invaluable story is already on this website on the "Muses" section, but if you haven't read it then please do so now, and for your Greyhounds' sake, take heed of its lesson.
There is a deadly disease stalking your dog. A hideous, stealthy thing just waiting its chance to steal your beloved friend. It is not a new disease, or one for which there are inoculations. The disease is called trust.
You knew before you ever took your Greyhound home that it could not be trusted. The people who provided you with this precious animal warned you, drummed it into your head. A newly rescued racer may steal off counters, destroy something expensive, chase cats, and must NEVER be allowed off his lead!
When the big day finally arrived, heeding the sage advice, you escorted your dog to his new home, properly collared and tagged, the lead held tightly in your hand. At home the house was "doggie proofed." Everything of value was stored in the spare bedroom, garbage stowed on top of the refrigerator, cats separate and a gate placed across the door to the living room. All windows and doors had been properly secured and signs placed in strategic points reminding all to "CLOSE THE DOOR"
Soon it becomes second nature to make sure the door closes a second after it was opened and that it really latched. "DON'T LET THE DOG OUT" is your second most verbalised expression. (The first is NO!) You worry and fuss constantly, terrified that your darling will get out and a disaster will surely follow. Your friends comment about whom you love most, your family or the dog. You know that to relax your vigil for a moment might lose him to you forever.
And so the weeks and months pass, with your Greyhound becoming more civilised every day, and the seeds of trust are planted. It seems that each new day brings less mischief, less breakage. Almost before you know it your racer has turned into an elegant, dignified friend.
Now that he is a more reliable, sedate companion, you take him to more places. No longer does he chew the steering wheel when left in the car. And darned if that cake wasn't still on the counter this morning. And, oh yes, wasn't that the cat he was sleeping with so cosily on your pillow last night? At this point you are beginning to become infected, the disease is spreading its roots deep into your mind.
And then one of your friends suggests obedience. You shake your head and remind her that your dog might run away if allowed off the lead, but you are reassured when she promises the events are held in a fenced area. And, wonder of wonders, he did not run away, but came every time you called him!
All winter long you go to weekly obedience classes. After a time you even let him run loose from the car to the house when you get home. Why not, he always runs straight to the door, dancing a frenzy of joy and waits to be let in.
Remember, he comes every time he is called. You know he is the exception that proves the rule. (And sometimes, late at night, you even let him slip out the front door to go potty and then right back in.) At this point the disease has taken hold, waiting only for the right time and place to rear its ugly head.
Years pass--it is hard to remember why you ever worried so much when he was new. He would never think of running out the door left open while you bring in the washing, or jump out window of the car while you run into the convenience store. And when you take him for those wonderful long walks at dawn, it only takes one whistle to send him racing back to you in a burst of speed when the walk comes too close to the highway. (He still gets into the garbage, but nobody is perfect.)
This is the time the disease has waited for so patiently. Sometimes it only has to wait a year or two, but often it takes much longer. He spies the neighbours dog across the street, and suddenly forgets everything he ever knew about not slipping outdoors, jumping out windows, or coming when called due to traffic. Perhaps it was only a paper fluttering in the breeze, or even just the sheer joy of running- Stopped in an instant. Stilled forever-your heart is broken at the sight of his still beautiful body. The disease is TRUST. The final outcome hit by a car.
Every morning my dog Shah bounced around off his lead exploring. Every morning for seven years he came back when he was called. He was perfectly obedient, perfectly trustworthy. He died fourteen hours after being hit by a car. Please do not risk your friend and your heart. Save the trust for things that do not matter.
I would like to offer two additional accounts about the dangers of an unfenced area. This first account is really a basic tragic accident, due to an improperly fitting collar. The owners actually had the dog on a lead, but unfortunately were using only a flat buckle collar on the dog. The dog became frightened at something, and just backed out of her collar. She took off away from them at top speed. Before they could manage to even get close to catching up to her, she had run out onto a road, and was instantly killed by a car. This is one of the reasons we advise using a halti while walking your Greyhound in an unfenced area.
The second account involves too much trust and a lack of common sense. The owners lived somewhat out in the country. Woods surrounded their home and they were well off any major roadway. They had their new Greyhound about three weeks, when I got the phone call that I hate the most, "Our Greyhound is lost!" 1 knew these owners did not have a fenced yard, but they had sworn they would keep the dog on a lead when taken outdoors. Upon further questioning, I discovered that they quit using the lead after about the first week. The weather had got cold, and so early in the mornings they would simply turn her out the back door, wait for her to "do her business," then call her back in. "she ALWAYS came when she was called," the woman lamented to me. They felt it was safe enough to allow her off the lead for just short bits of time, as they didn't live near a high traffic road, and she had never ventured into the woods before. Unfortunately, the little Greyhound DID bound off into the woods this particular morning. Perhaps she heard a squirrel rustling in some nearby leaves, or smelled a rabbit, but whatever the reason, she had taken off into the woods, and they could not find her. Our hopes of finding her safe and sound faded a little more with each passing day, and no sign of the pretty little female Greyhound.
After several weeks, our worst fears were confirmed. We got a call from a very nice man, who had been walking through the woods with his son when they discovered the still, cold body of a small, dead Greyhound. He got our number off her collar ID tag. She was found many, many miles from her home. Why did she run off this time when she had been so reliable before? Why didn't she come racing back as she always had when her family called for her? who knows? What we do know is that ultimately dogs will be dogs. No matter how much or how long you train and teach your dog, there may come a point where their instincts will win over learned behaviour.
Please don't be fooled into a false sense of security with your Greyhound. Take the time, make that little extra effort, to ensure your Greyhound will be safe. Remember that they are depending on you. KEEP THEM ON A LEAD AT ALL TIMES.