Gone to the dogs

A squirrel rolling his own, yesterdayThe Guardian reports today that Vinnie Jones’s greyhound has failed a dope test. For once I find myself feeling unusually sympathetic towards the great actor. Back in the 1980s our cat developed a raging amphetamines habit and it cost us a fortune in vet’s bills. I suppose with greyhounds their competitive nature just takes over and before you know it they’re out all night at Rio Ferdinand’s and “forgetting” to attend their regular screening checks.

Poor little bugger. When he’s retired and it all turns to flab he’ll look bloody ridiculous. But I suppose right now that seems a long way off and his immediate concerns are for his greyhound.