I recently found this article. It proved to be very interesting.....
http://www.greyhoundinfo.org/?page_id=769
And LOVED the final paragraph (below)......so very true.
"The essence of our modern Racing Greyhound’s ancient ancestors is still held just beneath their skin. When you see that certain look in his eye, when you notice that certain set to his ear, or that certain body language and expression that seems foreign to you, almost otherworldly, don’t be alarmed. You’ll never touch it, you can’t hold it, and you can’t feel it. The ancient dogs of pre-history who culled the elk herds, the dogs who hunted and fought with the Celts, and the dogs who coursed after the hares and deer on the verdant fields of Ireland, are simply calling out to him. He can hear them as clearly as you hear the alarm clock in the morning. He can hear them, and he can understand that ancient language which has resonated across countless generations and through oceans of time. He can hear them, and he can heed them, because he is a Racing Greyhound. When racing is gone, when Greyhounds no longer perform even a variation upon their natural function, only then will those voices forever be still."
My previous girl, Guinea (full family name Guinea Magoo), ran at full pelt at least once a day during her time with me.
On what turned out to be her last day she careered off after a rabbit on the golf course and almost had the blighter.
She returned looking very satisfied with herself.
Born to run.
