IC ICE CREAM
(2000 - 2012)
Today we said goodbye to our Icy at age 12. She had been in declining health for several months, and when Laura came home, Icy was unable to get up and was in distress, so we knew it was time to let her go.
We first heard about Icy from Pam and Glen Davis in 2002. They saw her run at the JCKC track, and she reminded them of Golden Girl, my second Greyhound who was then in her senior years. Like Golden Girl, Icy was fawn and small but scrappy. She raced at 53 pounds but ran the distance races, many of them in Grade A. Glen reports that if Icy drew the 1 or 2 box and got the jump, she was unbeatable. But if she drew an outside position and was behind the leaders, she was not above pushing her way through the big dogs to get to the front of the pack.
The ultimate clincher for me was her registered name -- IC Ice Cream. All who know me know that I'm a fool for every kind and flavor of ice cream. So I declared that Icy was destined for all of the above reasons to come live with me if it could be arranged when she was ready to leave the oval and take up the home and field. Pam always kept me updated when she would see Icy in the kennel compound or in a race. She was relatively successful and ran 87 races in her career.
In the late winter of 2004, Pam told me that Icy was going down in grade and likely would be ready to leave the track soon. Laura and I at that time were engaged and planning an April wedding, and also combining our packs of 4 and 5 Greyhounds respectively. There were hers and mine, and Icy would be our first "ours" Greyhound.
She blended pretty seamlessly into our combined pack and was one of those Greyhounds who got along with everybody, human and canine, but never let any dog take advantage of her diminutive size. We discovered fairly soon that she absolutely loved children, the younger the better, but we never knew exactly why, as nothing in her background suggested much exposure to kids. Children always seemed drawn to her when someone told them her name was "Ice Cream" (which I could understand) and I'm sure her small stature helped that affinity along. We took her to meet-and-greets more so she could have some kid-time than to serve as an adoption ambassador, at which she also excelled.
Icy had what we might kindly call an unfulfilled lure coursing career. She was still quite fast, could turn corners like a Ferrari, and could run all day like the stayer she had been. But she was not above offering her shoulder to an opponent, a practice which is frowned upon in lure coursing (and at most tracks, but apparently not JCKC). She ran cleanly at the beginning of her field career -- perhaps the more open spaces of a lure course helped -- but as time went on, if an opponent hedged a corner and got ahead of her, she felt it her duty to teach the cheater a lesson and give him a good nudge as she passed him. After being dismissed once, Icy was "working off" the penalty in the requisite 6 trials by running cleanly, but in that 6th trial, the opportunity to enforce the rules as she saw them presented itself right in front of the judges, and Icy was happy to oblige. She was ruled off and deserved to be, and so ran the rest of her career in the Singles stake, running alone and loving it just as much. She did manage to win one Best in Field trophy -- the Dixie Cup -- and so has her name inscribed on a piece of lure coursing history.
Icy certainly engraved her name on our hearts -- there's just something about the cute little females with lots of spunk that's hard to resist. When they can make your heart beat faster watching them run with skill and joyous abandon, that's icing on the cake. Icy filled all those roles to the highest degree, and we will remember and miss her always.