Mimbar - He was named after a fictional, alien race of people from the TV series, Babylon 5, the Mimbari. The Mimbari were also known as "Boneheads" because of a prominent feature of their skulls, a bony ridge. Well, Mimbar was our "bonehead."
Mim was a really cool hound that loved to agitate & torment the "girls." He would walk up to them and "boink" them in the side with his nose in an effort to get them to play. Usually, they turned around and chased him with all their teeth. I'm not sure how many times Mim needed stitches from his tormenting. Mim loved to play.
Mim was especially fond of children. One year, our adoption group participated in the Children's Parade held in Santa Fe. There were thousands of children in attendance along the parade route. We arrived at the staging area and had to wait. Mim hated waiting and he was dreadfully bored. He'd already been nipped by one of the girl hounds for being a PITA and I really didn't want him nipped again so we stood off to the side, away from them. Anyway, after a bit, we took our spot and stepped out onto the street. Mimbar stopped dead in his tracks. He looked around and everywhere he looked, he saw kids. He slowly turned his head upwards and looked at me as if to say, "So many kids.... so little time." He promptly drug me over to the nearest batch of kids and just stood there, leaning into them, basking in their love, hugs and kisses. Our group was getting far ahead and we had to go...
"C'mon Mim.... gotta go...."
Nuh uh.... he wasn't budging. "Mim! Let's go!" He leaned into the kids even more. Finally, as our group was getting ready to go around the corner onto another street. I lifted this big boy up into my arms and started running down the street to catch them. Gosh he was a heavy 70 lbs! I set him down and he again drug me over to the nearest group of kids. LOL... I sure did get my exercise that day...
The picture to the above right is me slipping Mim, without a slip lead, at an ASFA International Invitational. He wasn't entered that particular day and they needed a test dog. Mim was cool. I walked him out to the start line without a leash. People kept running up to me, offering me slip leads and I told them, "Don't need it." At the start, he sat down and waited. I draped my arm across his shoulders and told him to wait. The lure started and he waited. Finally the huntmaster cried, "Tally Ho!" and at that call, I lifted my arm and he was off! People kept asking me if he was a 'real' greyhound. LOL... he was just way too cool.
Mim was a very fast greyhound. He was probably our fastest dog. Because of his speed, we were selective in which lure coursing events he attended. Those with a lot of turns, zigs & zags were not very good for him. In fact, we were at a lure course associated with a GCA specialty in Lompoc, CA. The course was set up with a long straight, headed towards some bleachers, then a turn. The bleachers were at least 100 yds beyond the turn. Sighing, I spoke to another competitor, "See the bleachers? That's about where Mim will wind up turning." Sure enough... he found himself in the bleachers before he could turn.
Mimbar was one of the Boot Hill Brindles. Those pups were the hounds that got us started doing greyhound adoptions & rescue. Mimbar bounced out of two homes and we decided to keep him here after the last bounce. I am so happy he stayed.
Mim was a really cool hound that loved to agitate & torment the "girls." He would walk up to them and "boink" them in the side with his nose in an effort to get them to play. Usually, they turned around and chased him with all their teeth. I'm not sure how many times Mim needed stitches from his tormenting. Mim loved to play. 
our adoption group participated in the Children's Parade held in Santa Fe. There were thousands of children in attendance along the parade route. We arrived at the staging area and had to wait. Mim hated waiting and he was dreadfully bored. He'd already been nipped by one of the girl hounds for being a PITA and I really didn't want him nipped again so we stood off to the side, away from them. Anyway, after a bit, we took our spot and stepped out onto the street. Mimbar stopped dead in his tracks. He looked around and everywhere he looked, he saw kids. He slowly turned his head upwards and looked at me as if to say, "So many kids.... so little time." He promptly drug me over to the nearest batch of kids and just stood there, leaning into them, basking in their love, hugs and kisses. Our group was getting far ahead and we had to go...
The picture to the above right is me slipping Mim, without a slip lead, at an ASFA International Invitational. He wasn't entered that particular day and they needed a test dog. Mim was cool. I walked him out to the start line without a leash. People kept running up to me, offering me slip leads and I told them, "Don't need it." At the start, he sat down and waited. I draped my arm across his shoulders and told him to wait. The lure started and he waited. Finally the huntmaster cried, "Tally Ho!" and at that call, I lifted my arm and he was off! People kept asking me if he was a 'real' greyhound. LOL... he was just way too cool.