A greyhound named 'Capitulate'

In the early 60’s I was at school in Parramatta High. We played a lot of our sport in the old cattle paddock. I scored the odd try playing Rugby Union there.
By the late 60’s a mate and I owned and trained a greyhound named Capitulate. We would often walk her in the Park and occasionally give her a run there across the paddock as part of her training. I recall one day my mate walked about 100 metres away while I held Capitulate. He then gave her a whistle and I let her go. She charged across the lawn, heading directly to my mate. It looked like she was going to crash into him. At the last moment … Read Keith’s full story here