I have been living with my Mummy and Daddy Dogg* since August. I am not their first greyhound. Pixie used to live with Mummy and Daddy; however, she became ill during last summer and went to doggy heaven a month later.

I was originally brought in to keep Mummy and Daddy company during a holiday that they had planned for cousin Pixie – we went on lots of adventures including walks along the canal path, lunches at the pub, days out at the arboretum, visits to my hound boyfriends Victor and Archie, and meeting a rather unfriendly Rottweiler at the beach. Mummy and Daddy were meant to be writing a re-homing report for me but they decided to keep me instead!

When cousin Pixie was alive she held many hound fund raising events from selling homemade ice-cream at the street party to holding Dogg’s dinners (for humans) on Bonfire night. This year it was my turn and so I decided to stick with what I know best – racing!

Daddy spent the day playing with computers, cables and TVs and Mummy and her friend Karen made big pots of chilli and rice (and mushroom stroganoff for those strange humans that don’t like meat) and mountains of fairy cakes.

Daddy had found lots of race clips on the internet, some of which I starred in, Mummy made programmes and Karen cut up coloured tickets for each race. Lots of friends and neighbours had sponsored the races, and during the evening went on to place bets, get excited, cheer the hounds on and collect their winnings.

My friend Stilton (he’s a whippet cross, with similar brindle markings to me) came over to help. We had fun running up and down the stairs, fooling the neighbours, who due to glasses of wine, couldn’t tell the difference between us, and trying to steal cakes! By the end of the evening we had raised almost £200 so thank you to all involved.

I glad that Mummy and Daddy Dogg chose me to take over from Pixie, and I am happy to be celebrating Christmas and New Year in my new home.

* Remember, ‘doggs’ aren’t just any dogs, they are greyhounds and that deserves an extra g.