Dogtrack Disaster!

In 1936 my wife’s great-grandfather’s dog won the Coronation Cup.

Sounds like an urban legend, right?

But it ain’t.

True story.

My mum-in-law’s even got the news clipping in the attic somewhere.

It was a greyhound called ‘Our Nellie’ and it ran so fast it caught the rabbit. Of course, it wasn’t a real rabbit but rather a fluffy, rabbit-shaped ball… or something.

Once it had caught this thing it couldn’t race again. After Nellie knew it wasn’t a real rabbit he just thought, “Fuck that shit! I’d rather sniff arseholes.”

Sad story.

 

Or ironic.

 

Or a cautionary tale about never doing your best?

 

Hmm, not sure.