I wouldn’t bet on a million-to-one pet
Sir — Ted, who featured in the excellent Sunday Independent ‘My Pet’ column last week, has to be a greyhound in a million: retired from racing at three years of age, still alive at seven. Living in the lap of luxury, breakfasting on Weetabix, warm milk, honey and yoghurt, snoozing on the couch, lazing in the garden — and being taken on meet-andgreet sessions to Shelbourne Park. Seems like he’s the poster boy for the greyhound industry.
Ted, sadly, is very much the exception rather than the norm. Greyhounds who no longer win on the track usually have their lives cut short — living just three to four years on average.
There is absolutely no sentiment in the greyhound racing industry. When they’ve outlived their usefulness on the tracks, it’s left to the underfunded animal welfare charities to find homes for them.
And for other unfortunate Irish racing greyhounds, it’s export abroad to Asian countries, where there’s scant animal welfare legislation, and the dogs end up in slaughterhouses, destined for the meat trade.
So Ted is, literally, a one-in-amillion lucky greyhound! Aideen Yourell, Irish Council Against Bloodsports, Co Westmeath