Post by TonyCooperThis page agrees, but puts the top speed at 45 mph.
I've personally seen them radar-clocked at between 45 and 50 during an
exibition over a 100 yard -and slightly downhill- course.
Post by TonyCooperThat's "up to", meaning that the speed builds up to 45 mph over the course.
Not quite. Greyhounds in a hurry can hit their full stride within
maybe 30 yards, and continue at that speed for perhaps another 200 (?)
before starting to slow due to oxygen debt. After circa 1/2 mile at
top speed they're generally pretty much done, but that varies from dog
to dog. Racing dogs, for instance, are bred for blazing top speeds
while hunters and coursers are generally bred and trained for lower
speeds over longer distances.
Mine were hunting-bred dogs who used to run along with me in 5 and 10K
footraces, and at the human cusorial-cruising speed of circa 10 MPH
your typical greyhound can go all day long while still happily
sniffing the shorts of the lady just ahead of you... (Which startled
the lady in question no end, and caused the United States Marines
running in file just behind me to burst into approving laughter.)
~Pete
For a moment, imagine you are a nice young lady who has boarded a flight
from Vancouver, Canada, to Edmonton. You're at about 35,000 feet, and the
stewardess has just given you your meal, when, all of a suddden, you feel a
large, wet, tongue slurp across your ankle.
That was the case when I was returning home from San Francisco with my first
guide, Bonner.
He was a large, male shepherd, not quite as big as Michener, but nearly 90
pounds, nonetheless. We had pre-boarded, and the stewardess had stuck us in
a window seat in the middle of the plane. A middle-aged couple sat in the
two adjoining seats to Bonner and I, and the lady in front boarded a bit
late, not knowing that a bored shepherd had shoe-horned himself into the
area under her seat.
Bonner tried to keep quiet, but when all the meals came out, he just had to
start fidgeting, which I, of course, realized when I heard the scream from
just in front of me.
Next thing I knew, the woman was climbing over the back of her chair with
bloody murder in her eyes. But, she stopped quickly when all she saw was
three passengers eating their chicken dinners.
The situation was hysterical, and one I will never forget...
Take Care,
Dudley