Greyhounds are lazy.

Too sore to run Sunday, so to the local pool for a little hydrotherapy. Six-year-old Canisha played find the coin, made a friend and showed off her backstroke while Tracy swam thirty laps and I just hung out in the shallow pool, watching Canisha, swimming under water and doing a bit of stretching.

Billy the Greyhound and Goldie the Britanny were more than anxious for a walk by mid-afternoon, so we drove them to Princes Park where an off-lead area is popular with inner city dog owners.

Tracy went off for a half-hour run, while I took the dogs. Two great Golden Retrievers loped over to greet us along with a brindle mixed breed. There were maybe a couple dozen dogs tearing about and having a great old time. Terriers, spaniels, retrievers, all kinds.

Goldie trotted off immediately to sniff around the park, but Billy just dug his front paws in and refused to move. Several terriers sped over to check him out. He doesn't really mind, but he's not as inquisitive as they are. He had wanted to go with Tracy, but being lazy, could not have kept up with her. He kept looking towards the direction she had run. Silly Billy. I slowly coaxed him over towards the playing dogs but after a few tentative steps forward, he lay down, content to watch from the sidelines.

From behind, a newcomer, a large black dog of mixed breed, approached him. He immediately sprang up, tail wagging and was suddenly happy to trot about. You do wonder what they are thinking.

Meanwhile a couple with a 12 week old English Springer was admiring Goldie, not recognising the breed. I told them Britannies are extremely active and can run for hours. Having taken on the English Springer to run with, they were quite impressed.

An American woman, running laps, stopped to admire Billy's fine features and colouring. She had wanted to adopt one for herself, but is moving to Brisbane and has to wait.

There's no doubt Greyhounds are fine looking dogs. Shame they're so lazy (except when cats enter their yard - that's another story), despite their racing reputation.

Home to a superb home-cooked meal of chopped liver, rice and vegetables. (The dogs, that is.)