If you would like to see the most current Greyhounds available for adoption, please go to our Facebook Photo Album named Available for Adoption @MGPS 2024*Photos by Axell Photography*

Please go to the photo album on our Maine Greyhound Placement Service Facebook page and click on each photo for more information about that Greyhound.

Greyhounds Available for Adoption

Bandit

Bandit is a 4 year old brindle female who is 62 pounds. She is cat workable and would like to have another Greyhound with her. Bandit is very sweet and LOVES to be with people and is a velcro dog in a non demanding way. She would love to be with someone that is home most of the time as well. Please fill out an application and come meet her!

Cocoa

Cocoa is a 2 year old black female who is 52 pounds and is not cat workable. Cocoa loves people and would love to have a fenced in yard to be able to run around in. Cocoa is so smart, sweet and is so small.

Fanta

Fanta is a 6 year old black male who came to MGPS from NZ! He is an amazing boy who is so smart and loves his people. He is calm and great on leash. He is being overlooked due to his quieter nature. Please take some time to get to know this amazing boy!

Wealthy

Wealthy is a 4 year old black male who is 68 pounds and is not cat workable. Wealthy LOVES people and will do anything for them and is such a sweet and smart boy.

Penny

Penny is a 1 year old, 50 pound, black female who is from Australia.

NGA CET Bill

Bill is a 3 year old black male who is 72 pounds

NGA Arroyo Tiana

Tiana is a 2 year old, 62 pound brindle female

NGA Bleak Outlook

Olive is a 2 year old, 63 pound black female

CET Miss Bell

Bell is a 1 year old black/white with ticking female who is 61 pounds

Littermates/Sisters: Taylor & Mackenzie

NGA Thatwasyesterday

Taylor is a 2 year old, brindle female who has her sister/littermate, Mackenzie at MGPS

NGA Blue Morning

Mackenzie is a 2 year old, brindle female who has her sister/littermate, Taylor at MGPS

AU Red Hot Lamar

Timone is a sweet boy looking for his forever home. Is that you? He is cat workable and only 63 pounds!!

NZ Lord Onyx

Onyx is a 3 year old black male from NZ. He is 70 pounds of pure love! He is cat workable with an experienced home only. Otherwise would benefit from a non cat home. He is so sweet and loves to be with people. Is young but knows his size and is a gentle boy.

CG's Moonblast

Moon is a 3 year old black male who is 91 pounds!

Cusp of Greatness

Gus is a 3 year old black and white male who is 78 pounds

TNT Dark Knight

Knight is such a sweet 2 year old brindle male who is 75 pounds.

Me and the Devil

Tom is a 2 year old brindle male.

CET Miss Bell

Bell is a black and white 1 year old female who is 61 pounds

WW Waitin Game

Regan is a 2 year old black female who is 63 pounds

TNT Jericho

Jericho is a 4 year old red fawn male who is 73 pounds

Make Sure a Greyhound is the Right Dog for You!

Greyhounds Are:

• Dogs that need to be on a leash at all times outside the house for their protection

• Companion animals, gentle and intelligent

• Indoor pets for the most part, unless they are accompanied by their humans

• In need of a coat in cool weather

• Require vet check-ups twice a year

• Generally love to go anywhere with their humans

• Hypoallergenic

• Non-barkers

• Dogs that bond quickly with the new humans

Greyhounds Are Not:

• To be off leash

• NEVER use Retractable leashes on a Greyhound!! (Read why by clicking here)

• Left outside alone for any length of time

• Guard dogs

• To be tied outside

Meet a Greyhound at one of our many Pet Store sponsored informational meets and greets. Click here for list of events.

What is your new adopted Greyhound thinking?

This breed has never been asked to do anything for itself, make any decisions or answer any questions. It has been waited on, paw and tail. The only prohibition in a racing Greyhound's life is not to get into a fight -- or eat certain stuff in the turnout pen.

Let us review a little. From weaning until you go away for schooling, at probably a year and a half, you eat, grow and run around with your siblings. When you go away to begin your racing career, you get your own "apartment," in a large housing development. No one is allowed in your bed but you, and when you are in there, no one can touch you, without plenty of warning.

Someone hears a vehicle drive up, or the kennel door being unlocked. The light switches are flipped on. The loud mouths in residence, and there always are some, begin to bark or howl. You are wide awake by the time the human opens your door to turn you out. A Greyhound has never been touched while he was asleep.

You eat when you are fed, usually on a strict schedule. No one asks if you are hungry or what you want to eat. You are never told not to eat any food within your reach. No one ever touches your bowl while you are eating. You are not to be disturbed because it is important you clean your plate.

You are not asked if you have to "go outside." You are placed in a turn out pen and it isn't long before you get the idea of what you are supposed to do while you are out there. Unless you really get out of hand, you may chase, rough house and put your feet on everyone and everything else. The only humans you know are the "waiters" who feed you, and the "restroom attendants" who turn you out to go to the bathroom. Respect people? Surely you jest.

No one comes into or goes out of your kennel without your knowledge. You are all-seeing and all-knowing. There are no surprises, day in and day out. The only thing it is ever hoped you will do is win, place or show, and that you don't have much control over. It is in your blood, it is in your heart, it is in your fate-- or it is not.

And when it is not, then suddenly you are expected to be a civilized person in a fur coat. But people don't realize you may not even speak English. Some of you don't even know your names, because you didn't need to. You were not asked or told to do anything as an individual; you were always part of the "condo association"; the sorority or fraternity and everyone did everything together, as a group or pack. The only time you did anything as an individual is when you schooled or raced, and even then, You Were Not Alone.

Suddenly, he is expected to behave himself in places he's never been taught how to act. He is expected to take responsibility for saying when he needs to go outside, to come when he is called, not to get on some or all of the furniture, and to not eat food off counters and tables. He is dropped into a world that is not his, and totally without warning, at that.

Almost everything he does is wrong. Suddenly he is a minority. Now he is just a pet. He is unemployed, in a place where people expect him to know the rules and the schedule, even when there aren't any. (How many times have you heard someone say, "He won't tell me when he has to go out." What kind of schedule is that?) Have you heard the joke about the dog who says, "My name is No-No Bad Dog. What's yours?" To me that is not even funny. All the protective barriers are gone.

There is no more warning before something happens. There is no more strength in numbers. He wakes up with a monster human face two inches from his. (With some people's breath, this could scare Godzilla.) Why should he not, believe that this "someone," who has crept up on him, isn't going to eat him for lunch? (I really do have to ask you ladies to consider how you would react if someone you barely knew crawled up on you while you were asleep?) No, I will not ask for any male input.)

Now he is left alone, for the first time in his life, in a strange place, with no idea of what will happen or how long it will be before someone comes to him again. If he is not crated, he may go through walls, windows or over fences, desperately seeking something familiar, something with which to reconnect his life. If he does get free, he will find the familiarity, within himself: the adrenaline high, the wind in his ears, the blood pulsing and racing through his heart once again--until he crashes into a car.

Often, the first contact with his new family is punishment, something he's never had before, something he doesn't understand now, especially in the middle of the rest of the chaos. And worst of all, what are the most common human reactions to misbehavior? We live in a violent society, where the answer to any irritation is a slap, punch, kick, whip, or rub your nose in it. Under these circumstances, sometimes I think any successful adoption is a miracle.

He is, in effect, expected to have all the manners of at least a six-year old child. But, how many of you would leave an unfamiliar six-year old human alone and loose in your home for hours at a time and not expect to find who knows what when you got back? Consider that if you did, you could be brought up on charges of child abuse, neglect and endangerment. Yet, people do this to Greyhounds and this is often the reason for so many returns.

How many dogs have been returned because they did not know how to tell the adopter when they had to go out? How many for jumping on people, getting on furniture, counter surfing, separation anxiety, or defensive actions due to being startled or hurt (aka growling or biting)? So, let's understand: Sometimes it isn't the dog's "fault" he cannot fit in. He is not equipped with the social skills of a six- year old human but you can teach him. With love.