Ah yes greyhounds. We had a lovely pet greyhound in Ireland all dem years ago. My father bought this lovely fawn greyhound with one eye on winning the Irish Greyhound Derby. He checked out the heritage, the lineage, and gosh i still remember the name, the young dog was a direct descendent of Tanyard Chef...a specimen of pedigreee! Gawd knows how I remember that name as a lot of water has passed under the bridge since then, a million years ago.
Of course the best laid plans often go astray...checking out the lineage didnt do any good because the poor dog was slower than McGillicuddy's Bus. Over 200 yards even I could beat him for speed, even if I stopped for refreshments along the way.
The poor thing therefore was not destined for a glorious career in the spotlights of neither Shelbourne Park nor Old Trafford. He never won a race and after a while he never entered a race because coming in embarassingly last at every event was too much for my oul dad.
The dog while still very young retired to a life of playing with the kids in the back garden.
