"You see, there may not have been a class just for me and my kind," he went at great lengths to painstakingly explain. "But many of my forefathers were represented. The Greyhound - my heritage, a fine specimen. The Saluki - a top prizewinner. The Bearded Collie - 'Fayme'. The Whippet - my cousin. The Collie - Welsh kinsfolk. I could go on."
"But were you represented there Harvey? I mean an actual Lurcher?" Pauly asked tentatively. (Pauly is our largest representative. A Turkey. Harry the Peacock likes to think he's the largest - but he only actually is in the spring.)
We fell silent. We held our breath. It could turn nasty --- but luckily Harvey chortled and nodded his head in mock embarrassment - rather like Danny Zucco in 'Grease'.
"But of course Radiant Pauly. It was none other than my 'ol mate Stryder who won the Flyball for the Demon Dogz! A Lurcher of the fleetest foot - and as fine a specimen of our noble breeding as you could wish to meet!"
We duly scraped our combs along the length of the yard from the straw box to the hay box and back again.