I'll decide whether I feel them relevant or not.

I'll decide my view on animals, football, sexual orientation and how to spend my dosh.

I shall also decide whether the racing fraternity, Greyhound Action or a vet makes the best argument, then form my own view.

My little boy was a bag of nerves when we got him. It was over a year before he would eat if we were in the room. Two years before he was curious over visitors.

Four years on, it was only the other week on holiday that we let him off the lead, as the beach we were on in Fife was deserted for a couple of miles either way.   At home, he has two acres of garden to have his funny 10 mins, and he only started doing that in the second year. In the summer, he almost lives laid in the orchard. But it was not like that till recently.

Teaching an adult dog how to play is perhaps one of the saddest aspects of taking on ex racers.