This week while explaining to Elton the ins and outs of Christmas, Elton's inmate trainer noticed that Elton was looking at him in utter disbelief. Elton had heard rumors at the track of a man in a red suit who passed out toys to good boys and girls, but never in his wildest dreams did he think it applied to Greyhounds, too!
Elton watched with wide eyes as his inmate trainer explained to him that not only did Santa visit all the good Greyhounds of the world, but he also relied on eight special retired racers to pull his sleigh full of toys (and treats!). He could tell Elton had his doubts, but was quick to point out that Greyhounds are faster than any ole reindeer. This seemed to please Elton immensely - so much so that he decided to learn "shake" this week in the hopes that he could shake Santa's hand and thank him properly on behalf of Greyhounds everywhere!
When Christmas Eve finally arrived, Elton stared at his trainer as if he were Moses descending Mount Sinai with stone tablets (made of treats, of course) as he clued him in on the final and most important step: making sure that they leave Milk Bones out for the reindeer and cookies for Santa!
Well, daylight turned to dusk and they both made up their minds that they would fight the drowsiness that precedes slumber and stay up to meet Santa. Next thing they know, they hear the distant roo-ing of Santa's eight trusted reindeer. Oh no! They missed them! But wait - the Milk Bones and cookies had been replaced with presents for Elton.
Just like all children on Christmas morning, Elton was bursting like a supernova to rip open his present and see what Santa had left him. Lo and behold, it was a new purple squeak toy! The Big Guy has yet to stop playing with it.
Elton's inmate trainer wanted to thank Second Chance Greyhounds for giving him the chance to experience the magic of Christmas in the least likely of places with such a wonderful dog. Merry Christmas from Team Elton!