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Blimey it's all go being me.. I'm having to lie on the bed and dictate this, I'm just too tired to move. Anyway it's hard typing with such fat paws and long nails. Mum keeps threatening to trim them, but I squeal like a girl for no good reason and it makes her go a bit pale.

I had quite a nice day yesterday cos Mum took me for a walk along the canal. This meant a "walk in the car" first - an added bonus. It was raining fast and cold so I had to have my sheepskin lined waterproof jacket on... makes me look like Count Dracula. I have a range of jackets for every occasion; fur lined waterproof, waterproof, no lining, 2 fleeces for cold but not wet, and one towelling for drying off when wet. My other mum is meant to be knitting me a scarf but as this has been going on for about 2 years and beginning to give up hope. What do you mean, Spoilt?!! When I got home Aunty Steph had got up early for work so I kindly helped her out with her chicken kiev and chips... I'm very considerate like that.

Anyway, next week it's all change apparently. Mum has been staying at home with me most of the time since we moved up t'north. She's muttered things like not wanting to rush into anything, but I think she's just trying to cover an addiction to the Jeremy Kyle show. But it would appear that she's 'found' herself again and is going to be tazzing around in a little van delivering car parts. I dread to think what Ganny will think. I expect she will put her own unique spin on it and Mum will suddenly be CEO of Champion spark plugs..... She says she'll call in during the day to let me out, but it'll be a shock to the system, ( but not as much of a shock as working will be to Mum's...!!) I'm used to having my humans there and available to sort out my daily problems... have you ever tried getting a box of gravy bones off the top of the fridge yourself?, it's not easy I can tell you.

Well, its a lovely day, so I'll just have a quick snooze and see if I can get Mum to take me somewhere nice.

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I showed my blog to my mum yesterday. She thought it was ok but it ‘didn’t sound like me’… Well, for gods sake, don’t be ridiculous mum, it’s not bad for a greyhounds first attempt at blogging… INNIT!!!
Mum thinks it would be cool if some of my mates could do a blog too or link up with me on myspace ( www.myspace.com/pawsmcgraw if any of them care to try) but I think the cats are too thick to even know what to do and I don’t think Kai and Wocky are allowed to use the puter!


Kit C is stupid! She is staying with us for a while, she is aunty Stephs cat really, her real name is Princess but my mums refuse to call her that on account of she is anything but! She legs it down the stairs like Bob the Builder if you whistle ‘the great escape’ or rattle a tub of whiskers temptations. Aunty Steph found one of those laser pen thingies and Kit C chases the light around the house like something demented! She isn’t the most loving cat, she tries to smack me on the nose sometimes, and leaps on Wamsters back. Mum caught her with her paws around Wams neck yesterday and she wasn’t cuddling her either! Mind you, I might do the same if I thought I wouldn’t get in trouble for it!
Kit C can be quite cute though and she often leaves a morsel of cat fud in her dish for me to sample, though its not nearly as nice as the sausage sandwiches Aunty Steph makes.
Wam is different… she is old… well, about 15 years old… and sly! She says that she will look after our pocket money for us but we never see it again! And she still owes my Ganny the money for mums Mothers Day present!... She promised to send her a postal order but it never arrived!
Anyway, time for a snooze…..

About me

Hello
My name is Flynn and I am a retired racing greyhound. I live in Bradford with my two humans and two cats.
I used to race at Wolverhampton but I got injured and my owner didn’t want me any more so my mum rescued me.
Mum says that when she met me it wasn’t love at first sight and that I was a bit of a sorry sight, my fur looked yellow instead of white and I was a bit ‘excitable’ (not her words but I think excitable sounds much better!) Anyway, she thought about it and decided that, provided I didn’t chase the cats, I could be re-homed with her.
The temptation to chase the cats was almost overwhelming, but, I’m an intelligent boy and I didn’t fancy living in those kennels a day longer than absolutely necessary, I behaved myself as well as I knew how and landed myself a nice new home…. and a trip to the vets… such a shame, I could have fathered champions!
My racing name was Ordinary Joe and my dad was very famous, his name was Staplers Jo (or Staplers Joe), he was British greyhound of the year in 1995 and Irish stud dog of the year in 2000 and 2001, he had over 4150 kids!!
I don’t think that I had very many races but I didn’t like racing much, I am a big boy and it was such a tight squeeze to get into the trap. One time somebody shut the door on my tail and it got broken. Then I hurt my foot and my owner didn’t think I was worth keeping. I am so glad that my mum rescued me.
I’m not quite as fast as I used to be these days but I do have my moments, I can rush around the garden like a lunatic when the mood takes me, its fun to see the grass and soil flying through the air as I do a sharp turn into another lap… I like chasing rabbits when I am out on a walk… but I never catch them!