Greyhound

A day in the life of "Abby"

Run. Run. Run. Run… Stop! Spin! Oh, what joy this is. I spun and spun until my head felt light and my feet wobbly, my tongue hanging from my mouth the entire time. I weave through the other dogs as they try and try to keep up, my owner chanting me on.

I’m the fastest; always the fastest. First to the ball, first off the mark and first back for the head rubs, which I’m now happily receiving. I sniff the soft skin of my owners’ arm as they massage my head, I love that smell.

My ears prick at the sounds of the park. I can hear the other dogs; growling, barking, running and panting. I make a map in my mind of where they’re at. Always be alert.

‘Are you ready Abby?’ My human says, lifting the bright pink bouncy ball high above their head. I lift my front paw, ready. And then it flies! Through the air it soars, and I run. Legs fully extended, my entire body flexes and I sprint towards the tumbling ball. I have to get there first. Zoning in, I lean down and snatch it, chomping down twice to confirm the win as I slow to a trot to look around for my human. Spotting them in the distance I wag my tail. Time to spin again.