Bunny here, taking over the keyboard for my turn to bark about what's on my mind.
We've been visiting the dog parks a lot this Spring. I love it! Last year it was so rainy that we hardly ever got to go because even when it wasn't raining, it was too muddy to go in and enjoy it. This year has been perfect. It's been warm, but not uncomfortable and most importantly, it has not been raining so much.
We meet a lot of different dogs at the dog parks. So far, we don't have any regular friends there, but we meet a lot of friendly pups. Two things never seem to fail when we go, though. First, the humans will ask if I'm a greyhound or a whippet. Then their dogs will challenge me to race. The people get all excited with comments about how they've never seen a greyhound run before and how fast I am. Of course I am! It's what I've been bred to do for thousands of years! I'm not being conceited about that, it's just a fact. Some dogs were bred to hunt rats. Other dogs were bred to herd sheep. Most dog breeds had a specific purpose and job and we still have instincts related to those things. Sure, it was easy for me to hang up my track jacket for a princess crown and a couch, but that doesn't mean I don't like to stretch my legs on occasion.
It had made me think a bit about some things. I'm not sure why all these dogs feel the need to try to beat me. I'm also not sure why it's such a big deal to their people. What I do know is that I'm fast, and they aren't going to beat me for a long time! Sometimes, I'm even too fast for the camera.
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