Dog With A Blog: Steak, Screams and The Great Global Greyhound Walk

Hello friends, it’s your pal Graham reporting live with another juicy update. And when I say juicy… I mean JUICY steak. Mum cooked me one the other day as a “reward for progress” (whatever that means). Honestly, I wasn’t asking too many questions at the time because the moment that plate landed in front of me, I was laser-focused on the mission: devouring every last bite. The steak was cooked to absolute perfection, tender and dripping with flavour and I went at it like a true champion. With every mouthful, I could feel myself sinking deeper into a blissful food coma. 

Even now, I can still taste it if I close my eyes, the memory lingering like the world’s greatest encore. Mum, if you happen to be reading this little broadcast, please consider this a not-so-subtle hint. I promise I’ll keep “progressing” as long as these legendary steaks keep appearing in my bowl. After all, nothing says motivation quite like the sizzle of meat, the aroma filling the kitchen and the promise of those glorious juices dribbling down my chin again. 

Grace’s Drama (A.K.A The Dew Claw Debacle) 

Now onto Grace, my partner in crime, zoomie rival and occasional drama queen. The other day we were racing laps in the garden. I was showing off my A2 Grade greyhound skills, overtaking her like Lewis Hamilton with longer legs. Suddenly, she let out the greyhound scream of death. RED FLAG! Humans say we’re dramatic… but honestly? We’ve earned the right. 

I trotted over to investigate. There it was, her dew claw, bent at a very “wrong” angle. Mum and Nanny panicked like headless chickens, dunking her paw in cold water while trying to calm both Grace and themselves down. The nail was basically hanging by a thread. They phoned up the vet for some advice, trying to avoid another visit. The vet said it might fall off on its own... or Grace might, erm, chew it off. (Spoiler: she went full DIY surgeon. Eeeew.) She full-on nibbled the claw off!? 

Of course, she milked the whole thing for extra custard creams. I supervised very responsibly, snout firmly in the biscuit tin for moral support. We both munched away on our custard creams, loving life! 

Attending My First Great Global Greyhound Walk! 

Now, onto the highlight of my week, my very first Great Global Greyhound Walk! This is the worldwide greyhound event where thousands of us long-nosed beauties strut our stuff on the same day in different places. Last year, over 13,000 greyhounds joined in from all around the world. This year? We’re aiming higher, baby. 

Our walk was organised by the legendary Linda Biscuits (yes, she still smells like custard creams, and yes, I checked). When I arrived, my tail helicoptered as I spotted the one and only Luke Skybarker. Grace and I covered his face in kisses - priorities, you know. I think he was just as happy to see us as we were him. I already knew this was going to be a great day.  

Then came cuddles with Linda Biscuits herself (sorry Grace, she obviously wanted me first). I barged Grace out the way and Linda Biscuits said there were enough cuddles to go around! After that, I bumped into Larry, the wise old gent from the kennels. He told me home life is amazing. He enjoyed going to Tea and Talk Club with his owners; he got to be the centre of attention and got custard creams on tap! Now I must suggest to Mum that we go there! Larry was looking great and well, I am so happy for him. 

A Blast From The Past 

Halfway through the walk, I sniffed out a familiar scent. My ears shot up, my tail spun like a wind turbine… Ruth! My old trainer from my racing days! She was the one who gave me Ted, my favourite cuddly toy. I instantly made a b-line for her and pulled Mum a bit as I yanked the lead across so we could see Ruth. She bent down and kissed me on my snout, and Mum shook her hand. They spent a fair amount of time talking all about me... Mum even brought up Onion Gate again. Ruth laughed and smiled and said it makes her happy to know I have landed on my paws in my retirement. 

Ruth showed Mum some past videos of me running, and Mum chuckled as she said she just can’t imagine me doing that now, as I am a professional napper. We spent the rest of the walk with Ruth, and I even got to see some of my old pals from my race days. They were going home with Linda Biscuits on the greyhound bus to find their forever homes, just like me. I explained to them that home life is amazing and to be patient, as the right family will come along. I couldn’t help but also tell them sausages are also dogs now... not just food. Still blows my mind to this day!

After that, we decided to take a look at some of the charity stalls Linda Biscuits had set up to raise some funds for the homing kennels. There were calendars, mugs, Christmas cards and even some doggy accessories! Mum was in awe when she found Grace and I matching snood hats. She claims she bought them to keep our ears warm, I personally think it had something to do with taking silly photos of us for her Facebox thingy. She put them on us and snapped away, taking photos. I had a blue hat, and Grace had a purple one. We did look quite the pair, I must admit. I have no doubt Vogue will see this and be contacting us very soon.  

A Great Day Had By All 

What a week! From juicy steak to Grace’s Oscar-worthy drama to my first-ever global greyhound walk, life is pretty good. I’m now off for a much-deserved nap, dreaming of biscuits, Ruth’s cuddles, and another run-in with Luke Skybarker. 

Thanks for reading, friends. Love and licks, 

Graham x