my late Father raised and trained greyhounds . when i was a small boy back in the sixties , Dad had been away for a week and i was told to go and meet him with the dog,s , crossed the first field OK , into the second field and the dogs seen Dad before i did , whoosh ........ result was a small boy got dragged accross the field at speed , poor Dad had to carry his case and me (in a bit of a mess) home to my Mother