Oct 03

People who have known me for some time

TMFDPost a comment • 391 views

People who have known me for some time will remember there was a period about three years ago when I was actively pursuing the purchase of a greyhound. I love dog racing, and unlike the gee-gees I am actually quite good at judging the nick of a greyhound and its potential. I’ll return about the arcane business of doping, and handicapping, it is a much more predictable sport. Nevertheless the scheme fell through, mainly on the business of what to do if the dog got injured or retired early. A lot of greyhounds get sent to the dog version of the glue factory (the Pritt Stick factory) for pulling a muscle as their owners are not able to house them. Our consortium of eight were all living in rented accommodation, and those who weren’t did not really fancy a dog round the house. I myself had a bad experience in Seaford with a Jack Russell aged seven, and as such am purely an admirer of a dog for its sporting prowess.

All this came back to me, Tuesday night in the pub. Greyhound Racing on TV is a lackluster way of getting your thrills, but there is a race almost every ten minutes for the bar stool punter. Anyway, the 8:50 at Wimbledon, in trap number four was a dog called Baran Zulu. I doubt I would have called a dog of mine that, even if allowed. There are very strict pedigree rules about naming greyhounds, the first name usually comes from the sire. Which suggests that this Baran is a dog. Ho hum. Anyway, I watched engrossed as the raced panned out, but Baran Zulu – went the way of most second favourites. Stuck at the back, no way round it only managed third because the dogs which had a bit of whizz on their snout were fading fast.

But I want a camel coat, and the air of dodgy (doggy) insouciance that dog racing promised me.

Add your comment

(Register to guarantee your comments don't get marked as spam.)


Required (Your email address will not be published)

Top of page