@Suzy Creamcheese ... I have a greyhound too!
This morning, I made some hard-boiled eggs. I filled the kitchen sink with water and dropped them in to cool. Walked into the living room for two seconds and heard the "click click click" of claws trotting on hardwood, followed by a clatter and a splash. Junebug, my greyhound, had jumped up and grabbed an egg out of the sink. She then slinked into the bedroom and "guarded" the egg in her bed until she knew I was no longer mad at her ... then, of course, she ate it ...
But the most !@#$%&-ed up thing she ever ate? A live bird ... It was about 6:30 in the morning, and I was taking her for a walk before I headed to work. I didn't notice that a robin had landed on the grass in front of us ... But Junebug did! She lunged forward, and with a quick, sickening "crunch" had the bird in her mouth. I screamed a couple times, but she just gobbled it down, oblivious to my horror.
The rescue agency warned us that you're not supposed to run a greyhound right after it's eaten ... But I made her run home that day, because that was the only way I could get home fast enough before I projectile vomited. Afterwards, my boyfriend calmly sat with her and picked the feathers out of her teeth. When I was finished getting sick, he told me, "Sweetie, chill out, she's a dog."
I called in to work that day ...