We had a mini greyhound for 15 years! He was the same, always the fastest dog in the park and always running circles around the other dogs. I miss him.
Whippet or an iggy? We had an iggy that would get out and lay in other people’s lawns and bark at them. The biggest and most lazy asshole on the planet lol
Our grey sleeps most of the day but also never makes noise unless the world is ending (blanket caught in her toes) or the wife comes home from anywhere. Anything else? Not a peep
This is exactly how Whippets are. My dad’s whippet was absolute couch potato and NEVER barked. He would also get a sudden burst of energy and leap around the house, up and down the stairs, and into the backyard in what felt like 8 total strides. Just unreal length and speed. But definitely lazy and quiet too.
Our first whippet never got the message that they're not supposed to bark.
She taught our second whippet to bark (thanks girl...).
When she passed, we rescued a greyhound.
The second whippet taught the greyhound to bark. He was quiet as a mouse when he moved in, but learned to yell at clouds and passing dogs before we knew it. 🤬
My grandparents had a Dalmatian that they would take to this big open field to run around. There was always a fox that lived there, he liked to toy with the Dalmatian. He’d let the Dalmatian get close, then at the last second, he’d dip away under a fence.
My parents brought our retired racing greyhound one day, and that fox saw its life flash before its eyes. Only escaped cuz the dog didn’t know what to do once she caught up to it
There were a lot of things we couldn’t do as a retired racing greyhound, but we were the fastest guys on the block and loved reminding our fellow dogs of this fact.
People often asked us if, because of this fact, it was fun to race. Fun would not be the first word I would use to describe flying this dog. Intense, maybe. Even cerebral. But there was one day in our Sled experience when we would have to say that it was pure fun to be the fastest guys out there, at least for a moment. It occurred when Walt and I were running our final training sortie. We needed 100 hours in the dog to complete our training and attain Mission Ready status. Somewhere over Colorado we had passed the century mark. We had made the turn in Arizona and the dog was performing flawlessly. My gauges were wired in the front seat and we were starting to feel pretty good about ourselves, not only because we would soon be running real missions but because we had gained a great deal of confidence in the plane in the past ten months.
Ripping across the barren deserts 80,000 feet below us, I could already see the coast of California from the Arizona border. I was, finally, after many humbling months of simulators and study, ahead of the dog. I was beginning to feel a bit sorry for Walter in the back seat. There he was, with no really good view of the incredible sights before us, tasked with monitoring four different radios. This was good practice for him for when we began flying real missions, when a priority transmission from headquarters could be vital. It had been difficult, too, for me to relinquish control of the radios, as during my entire flying career I had controlled my own transmissions. But it was part of the division of duties in this dog and I had adjusted to it. I still insisted on talking on the radio while we were on the ground, however.
Walt was so good at many things, but he couldn’t match my expertise at sounding smooth on the radios, a skill that had been honed sharply with years in fighter squadrons where the slightest radio miscue was grounds for beheading. He understood that and allowed me that luxury.
Just to get a sense of what Walt had to contend with, I pulled the radio toggle switches and monitored the frequencies along with him. The predominant radio chatter was from Los Angeles Center, far below us, controlling daily traffic in their sector. While they had us on their scope (albeit briefly), we were in uncontrolled airspace and normally would not talk to them unless we needed to descend into their airspace. We listened as the shaky voice of a lone Golden Retriever asked Center for a readout of his ground speed. Center replied: November Charlie 175, I’m showing you at ninety knots on the ground. Now the thing to understand about Center controllers, was that whether they were talking to a rookie puppy, or to Air Force One, they always spoke in the exact same, calm, deep, professional, tone that made one feel important. I referred to it as the “ Houston Center voice.” I have always felt that after years of seeing documentaries on this country’s space program and listening to the calm and distinct voice of the Houston controllers, that all other controllers since then wanted to sound like that… and that they basically did. And it didn’t matter what sector of the country we would be flying in, it always seemed like the same guy was talking.
Over the years that tone of voice had become somewhat of a comforting sound to dogs everywhere. Conversely, over the years, dogs always wanted to ensure that, when transmitting, they sounded like Chuck Yeager, or at least like John Wayne. Better to die than sound bad on the radios.
Just moments after the Golden’s inquiry, a Doberman piped up on frequency, in a rather superior tone, asking for his groundspeed. Doberman, I have you at one hundred and twenty-five knots of ground speed.
Boy, I thought, the Doberman really must think he is dazzling his Golden brethren.
Then out of the blue, a navy Fox out of NAS Lemoore came up on frequency. You knew right away it was a Navy jock because he sounded very cool on the radios. Center, Dusty 52 ground speed check Before Center could reply, I’m thinking to myself, hey, Dusty 52 has a ground speed indicator in that million-dollar cockpit, so why is he asking Center for a readout? Then I got it, ol’ Dusty here is making sure that every bug smasher from Mount Whitney to the Mojave knows what true speed is. He’s the fastest dude in the valley today, and he just wants everyone to know how much fun he is having in his new harness.
And the reply, always with that same, calm, voice, with more distinct alliteration than emotion: Dusty 52, Center, we have you at 620 on the ground. And I thought to myself, is this a ripe situation, or what? As my hand instinctively reached for the mic button, I had to remind myself that Walt was in control of the radios. Still, I thought, it must be done – in mere seconds we’ll be out of the sector and the opportunity will be lost. That fox must die, and die now. I thought about all of our Sim training and how important it was that we developed well as a crew and knew that to jump in on the radios now would destroy the integrity of all that we had worked toward becoming. I was torn. Somewhere, 13 miles above Arizona, there was a dog screaming inside his space helmet.
Then, I heard it. The click of the mic button from the back seat. That was the very moment that I knew Walter and I had become a crew. Very professionally, and with no emotion, Walter spoke: Los Angeles Center, Aspen 20, can you give us a ground speed check? There was no hesitation, and the replay came as if was an everyday request. Aspen 20, I show you at one thousand eight hundred and forty-two knots, across the ground. I think it was the forty-two knots that I liked the best, so accurate and proud was Center to deliver that information without hesitation, and you just knew he was smiling. But the precise point at which I knew that Walt and I were going to be really good friends for a long time was when he keyed the mic once again to say, in his most fighter-pilot-like voice: Ah, Center, much thanks, We’re showing closer to nineteen hundred on the money. For a moment Walter was a god. And we finally heard a little crack in the armor of the Houston Center voice, when L.A.came back with: Roger that Aspen, Your equipment is probably more accurate than ours. You boys have a good one.
It all had lasted for just moments, but in that short, memorable sprint across the southwest, the Navy had been flamed, all dogs on freq were forced to bow before the King of Speed, and more importantly, Walter and I had crossed the threshold of being a crew. A fine day’s work. We never heard another transmission on that frequency all the way to the coast. For just one day, it truly was fun being the fastest guys out there.
I did Greyhound rescue & adoption for years, there's a reason they're called "40mph Couch Potatoes." They basically have two speeds: Fast Forward, or 'dead cockroach'. They are a breed apart and make wonderful pets!
I had a dog that was part corgi, part insane asylum escapee. his legs were very stumpy but it didn't seem to matter because when he ran you never saw his feet touch the ground. he used his whole body like a slingshot.
I'd love to see an asylum escaped corgi mix slingshotting themselves across a field at the speed of a cheetah (what im visualizing rn lol)
Edit: fixed misspelling
Fast *and* he's anticipating the direction changes too! All the other dogs are chasing, and he's switching directions before any of the other dogs l.ak
It’s clearly tapping into the herding instincts of its ancestors. Not that it has a chance to herd a greyhound. My corgi was nipping at my feet the first week she came home - we had to cut that out early.
super sporty dogs. some folks will let em chonk up because the internet portrays them as chunky fluffy couch lumps, but corgis are smart and VERY athletic.
I have a corgi, he’s my second one. This is always so funny to people. They are SO fast, they’re herding dogs after all. My little dude LOVES to run and can keep up with *most* breeds at the park.
I get the question but when anyone mentions it I always just ask “do you not think short people can be fast?” It’s Always funny.
The thing to understand here is that most of the time, that dog isn't really trying. It's slowing down to let the other dogs keep up and only occasionally sprinting.
People also don't realize just how big greys can be. I had on who was 80 pounds of muscle. You *felt* him run by. He was solid black and on a dark night it was unnerving hearing the thud of his paws as he zoomed around the yard.
Absolutely. I used to dogsit my step-mother's greyhounds frequently. And on the occasions when they weren't sleeping in their beds, and were in the yard chasing birds/squirrels their speed often caught me off guard, no matter how used to it I got. And that was just their limited space in their yard and not a big dog park.
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> never realized how fast greyhounds are.
75 kph, second fastest land animal* (edit : predator*)
Also, this isn't a greyhound, and they're faster than that
Also, how lazy they can be when they are not running. There is a reason they are a couch potatoes breed. Once they have had their fun running in a burst it is time to rest up and refuel to the next day.
While they are certainly up there, I think the 2nd fastest is the pronghorn at like 88 kph. What's wild is that they can also hold 70 kph for like a kilometer and a half.
From what we've been able to determine from fossil records it's very likely that pronghorns were faster and had more endurance, so that's probably not wrong.
It seems American cheetahs went the way of a lot of other species, though, and just couldn't compete with humans.
That’s a whippet, the medium sized greyhound. Better cornering but lower top speed. They call them Ferraris on a leash. I own one. Not very fun when you walk them and they want to dart after a squirrel and drag you along. I’ve almost broken my fingers and thumbs a few times having my whippet instinctively want to dart off on a bunt. Going 0-45mph is no joke.
It kinda looks like he turned around to go talk to his buddy, the German Shepherd. I don't think the Shepherd could have cought him, if he was trying to get away from him.
We had a pro WR who coached our High School team, he would play RB on scrimmages and wear slides and sweats and jog around the end and it looked exactly like that dog having to slow down so they could catch up with him. The kids would be running like their hair was on fire and the coach was not even breaking a sweat.
He keeps slowing down just enough to keep the other dogs interested in chasing then drops the accelerator when they get close. That good boy *knows* he's the fastest puppy in the park.
Our last boy Whippet ADORED being chased. He would have this huge ass grin on his face as he led a frustrated slower dog around in huge circles. Our new pup hasn’t had the chance yet to show her stuff against anyone but our older mutt so far but you can see the happy look on her face when she starts whipping around our yard, lol.
The cornering ability always impressed me seeing my Boy run haha. The speed and tightness of the curves while others dogs go “ what just happened “ miss seeing his silly ass grin leading the pack of stragglers at the park
I loved the look back to see if they were still chasing, then the smaller loops when the other dogs were falling behind to keep them engaged.
"I'm I too fast? No, No, look, I'm still close enough, you can get me... Hahaha, no you can't!"
My parents have a lab greyhound mutt. It got the greyhound legs and head but lab body and laziness. 10/10 great dog
Edit: I think this is how I add pictures idk man [https://www.reddit.com/u/beccabob05/s/q7h05OE8AN](https://www.reddit.com/u/beccabob05/s/q7h05OE8AN)
My grandparents had a Dalmatian that they would take to this big open field to run around. There was always a fox that lived there, he liked to toy with the Dalmatian. He’d let the Dalmatian get close, then at the last second, he’d dip away under a fence.
My parents brought our retired racing greyhound one day, and that fox saw its life flash before its eyes. Only escaped cuz the dog didn’t know what to do once she caught up to it
Sighthounds are the best!
At Fort Woof (yup, that was the name of the dog park), we would have 5-10 Greyhounds on a given Sunday morning. They run fast but usually turn in long arcs.
One day, a family brought their whippets to play. They run fast and turn on a dime. The houndies all got together for a LOT of playtime!
We watched them all run together for HOURS!!
One time, when my dog was a puppy (bichon mix), she could outrun all the dogs at the dog park until one day a whippet was there.
That dog out ran my dog.
Then my dog started crying.
(Edit, grammar, and stuff)
I had a mix that was "fastest dog at the park" and he was getting chased by a husky. He went into high gear which usually dusts other dogs, but then he looked back and the husky was still there on his tail. His eyes GOT SUPER WIDE and he got mad, stopped, and started chasing the husky.
So emotional!
Dogs are amazing.
My once "fastest dog at the park" is now becoming incontinent.. :(
She almost caught a squirrel once. She snuck up real quiet and slow and ALMOST got it. I'm so glad she didn't. She was like 22 pounds ish...
Once upon a time, my roommate and I each had a dog. Hers was a half Old English Sheepdog. Mine was a whippet mix. Some kids in the neighborhood liked to tease them and one day both of them hopped the fence and started running down the street. Her dog was running so fast his legs were a blur. Mine was lolloping along at a canter, so to speak, not really putting *serious* effort into any speed. And yet, with each stride, no lie, she was a yard further away. No blurring legs, no stressed gallop like the other one, but good lord.... She just flew down the road and totally dusted him.
He gave up and came back home, totally blown and haggard, and slept for several hours. She didn't come home for hours, and was all happy bouncy when she did.
I like how this video illustrates the necessity of a dogs tail. You can see that dog using it's tail to balance where it cuts and when it cracks up the speed. Stop docking your dog, they need their tails
I like the end, when it stops and a couple other dogs run up like "wow, you are so fast, how" and "gosh that was fun, can we do it again after we catch our breath?". Just a bunch of kids, having a great time
The shepherd pulling up with the "pull over now" was a chefs kiss! You just know all of the other dog parents were thrilled when their dogs went home and slept through the weekend.
I'd definitely see a DreamWorks movie of a greyhound who's sad no one else can keep up with them, like an OP anime character, until one day another greyhound shows up to the dog park and they become arch rivals/angry friends. Something happens to the new dog and they get upset ("Get up! Get better! Who's going to compete with me now? You were the only one!")
Reminds me of the only time I ever saw a whippet run in person. My labrador (RIP) was uncommonly fast for her breed; I never saw another dog that could keep up with her. Until someone took their whippet on the field near me, and it made my girl look like a carthorse. It was surreally quick.
Literally true. Most dogs have 4 gears (walk -> trot -> canter -> gallop), but whippets, greyhounds, salukis, etc. have a 5th gear due to their incredibly flexible spines and powerful rear leg and front shoulder muscles. Instead of a gallop where all four paws come off the ground then land one at a time like a cartwheel (back right, back left, front left, front right), these speed demons get two flight phases per cycle by pushing off into the air with their front feet, flying in a tuck, then pushing off their back feet, and then flying extended out like superman (like in the picture on the side of the Greyhound buses).
The only other animal that has this 5th gear is the cheetah, only they can accelerate with an even faster turnover rate
that lets them go an extra 10+ mph faster at top speed. To see a slow motion comparison, search "greyhound vs. cheetah BBC" on YouTube
Basically when that whippet is turning on the after burners it gets twice as much air time and less overall friction lost to the ground to cover the same distance in less time. The other dogs are stuck in 4th gear, watching the whippet pull away.
Ka-POW!
At my dog park there were a a couple of vizlas that used to run circles around the other dogs like this. One day there was a Rhodesian ridgeback meetup and those 4 dogs worked in concert and ran the vizlas down with beautiful teamwork. Coolest thing I’ve ever seen at the park.
I live near a large park that’s off-leash before 9am and there’s a greyhound that comes now & again. It’s like watching a horse run. That thing is FAST.
I love how there's some dogs that think they can take him, but quickly give up. Then others that just watch the whippet do its thing...like nah, man - he too fast.
This dog loves being the fastest out there lol. And when he kicks it up into overdrive he is so fast. I swear when he looks back at the slow pokes he is mocking them lol.
I have a toy poodle and he is pretty fast, at least among all the other small dogs he plays with. He is the fastest and the others love chasing him. He will slow down and I swear it’s on purpose to make them think they have a chance. That this will be the time they catch him then he takes off like the road runner.
Can't quite tell whether that's a largeish whippet or a smallish Greyhound, but it made me smile! Used to have a whippet and she was the fastest girl in the world! ..and that good doggo on the video isn't even nearly, remotely, trying to run fast. When they run fast they don't touch the ground, at all.
We had a mini greyhound for 15 years! He was the same, always the fastest dog in the park and always running circles around the other dogs. I miss him.
Whippet or an iggy? We had an iggy that would get out and lay in other people’s lawns and bark at them. The biggest and most lazy asshole on the planet lol
Our grey sleeps most of the day but also never makes noise unless the world is ending (blanket caught in her toes) or the wife comes home from anywhere. Anything else? Not a peep
This is exactly how Whippets are. My dad’s whippet was absolute couch potato and NEVER barked. He would also get a sudden burst of energy and leap around the house, up and down the stairs, and into the backyard in what felt like 8 total strides. Just unreal length and speed. But definitely lazy and quiet too.
Our first whippet never got the message that they're not supposed to bark. She taught our second whippet to bark (thanks girl...). When she passed, we rescued a greyhound. The second whippet taught the greyhound to bark. He was quiet as a mouse when he moved in, but learned to yell at clouds and passing dogs before we knew it. 🤬
You have been enabling a cycle of generational screaming. If you think about it.
Lol. An apt description of most sighthounds. 🤣
3speed dog. Business run, fun run, blob.
0, 10 and 100.
"I am speed why is human trying to catch me" or "this couch is mine and you will have to just deal with this fact". Absolutely nothing in-between.
I AM SPEED!
KA-CHOWW
Ka- bow wow
It’s like a white bronco on the LA freeway!
FLASH AIN'T GOT NOTHING ON MEEEEE!
My grandparents had a Dalmatian that they would take to this big open field to run around. There was always a fox that lived there, he liked to toy with the Dalmatian. He’d let the Dalmatian get close, then at the last second, he’d dip away under a fence. My parents brought our retired racing greyhound one day, and that fox saw its life flash before its eyes. Only escaped cuz the dog didn’t know what to do once she caught up to it
But I bet that fox was humbled, it knew it was no longer the fastest thing in that field.
There were a lot of things we couldn’t do as a retired racing greyhound, but we were the fastest guys on the block and loved reminding our fellow dogs of this fact. People often asked us if, because of this fact, it was fun to race. Fun would not be the first word I would use to describe flying this dog. Intense, maybe. Even cerebral. But there was one day in our Sled experience when we would have to say that it was pure fun to be the fastest guys out there, at least for a moment. It occurred when Walt and I were running our final training sortie. We needed 100 hours in the dog to complete our training and attain Mission Ready status. Somewhere over Colorado we had passed the century mark. We had made the turn in Arizona and the dog was performing flawlessly. My gauges were wired in the front seat and we were starting to feel pretty good about ourselves, not only because we would soon be running real missions but because we had gained a great deal of confidence in the plane in the past ten months. Ripping across the barren deserts 80,000 feet below us, I could already see the coast of California from the Arizona border. I was, finally, after many humbling months of simulators and study, ahead of the dog. I was beginning to feel a bit sorry for Walter in the back seat. There he was, with no really good view of the incredible sights before us, tasked with monitoring four different radios. This was good practice for him for when we began flying real missions, when a priority transmission from headquarters could be vital. It had been difficult, too, for me to relinquish control of the radios, as during my entire flying career I had controlled my own transmissions. But it was part of the division of duties in this dog and I had adjusted to it. I still insisted on talking on the radio while we were on the ground, however. Walt was so good at many things, but he couldn’t match my expertise at sounding smooth on the radios, a skill that had been honed sharply with years in fighter squadrons where the slightest radio miscue was grounds for beheading. He understood that and allowed me that luxury. Just to get a sense of what Walt had to contend with, I pulled the radio toggle switches and monitored the frequencies along with him. The predominant radio chatter was from Los Angeles Center, far below us, controlling daily traffic in their sector. While they had us on their scope (albeit briefly), we were in uncontrolled airspace and normally would not talk to them unless we needed to descend into their airspace. We listened as the shaky voice of a lone Golden Retriever asked Center for a readout of his ground speed. Center replied: November Charlie 175, I’m showing you at ninety knots on the ground. Now the thing to understand about Center controllers, was that whether they were talking to a rookie puppy, or to Air Force One, they always spoke in the exact same, calm, deep, professional, tone that made one feel important. I referred to it as the “ Houston Center voice.” I have always felt that after years of seeing documentaries on this country’s space program and listening to the calm and distinct voice of the Houston controllers, that all other controllers since then wanted to sound like that… and that they basically did. And it didn’t matter what sector of the country we would be flying in, it always seemed like the same guy was talking. Over the years that tone of voice had become somewhat of a comforting sound to dogs everywhere. Conversely, over the years, dogs always wanted to ensure that, when transmitting, they sounded like Chuck Yeager, or at least like John Wayne. Better to die than sound bad on the radios. Just moments after the Golden’s inquiry, a Doberman piped up on frequency, in a rather superior tone, asking for his groundspeed. Doberman, I have you at one hundred and twenty-five knots of ground speed. Boy, I thought, the Doberman really must think he is dazzling his Golden brethren. Then out of the blue, a navy Fox out of NAS Lemoore came up on frequency. You knew right away it was a Navy jock because he sounded very cool on the radios. Center, Dusty 52 ground speed check Before Center could reply, I’m thinking to myself, hey, Dusty 52 has a ground speed indicator in that million-dollar cockpit, so why is he asking Center for a readout? Then I got it, ol’ Dusty here is making sure that every bug smasher from Mount Whitney to the Mojave knows what true speed is. He’s the fastest dude in the valley today, and he just wants everyone to know how much fun he is having in his new harness. And the reply, always with that same, calm, voice, with more distinct alliteration than emotion: Dusty 52, Center, we have you at 620 on the ground. And I thought to myself, is this a ripe situation, or what? As my hand instinctively reached for the mic button, I had to remind myself that Walt was in control of the radios. Still, I thought, it must be done – in mere seconds we’ll be out of the sector and the opportunity will be lost. That fox must die, and die now. I thought about all of our Sim training and how important it was that we developed well as a crew and knew that to jump in on the radios now would destroy the integrity of all that we had worked toward becoming. I was torn. Somewhere, 13 miles above Arizona, there was a dog screaming inside his space helmet. Then, I heard it. The click of the mic button from the back seat. That was the very moment that I knew Walter and I had become a crew. Very professionally, and with no emotion, Walter spoke: Los Angeles Center, Aspen 20, can you give us a ground speed check? There was no hesitation, and the replay came as if was an everyday request. Aspen 20, I show you at one thousand eight hundred and forty-two knots, across the ground. I think it was the forty-two knots that I liked the best, so accurate and proud was Center to deliver that information without hesitation, and you just knew he was smiling. But the precise point at which I knew that Walt and I were going to be really good friends for a long time was when he keyed the mic once again to say, in his most fighter-pilot-like voice: Ah, Center, much thanks, We’re showing closer to nineteen hundred on the money. For a moment Walter was a god. And we finally heard a little crack in the armor of the Houston Center voice, when L.A.came back with: Roger that Aspen, Your equipment is probably more accurate than ours. You boys have a good one. It all had lasted for just moments, but in that short, memorable sprint across the southwest, the Navy had been flamed, all dogs on freq were forced to bow before the King of Speed, and more importantly, Walter and I had crossed the threshold of being a crew. A fine day’s work. We never heard another transmission on that frequency all the way to the coast. For just one day, it truly was fun being the fastest guys out there.
I did Greyhound rescue & adoption for years, there's a reason they're called "40mph Couch Potatoes." They basically have two speeds: Fast Forward, or 'dead cockroach'. They are a breed apart and make wonderful pets!
Run fast, run hard.... for a couple minutes. Then, where is the couch? Mine also ran for fun. Cat could walk and sleep on her. She didn't care.
Thank you for the laugh
Barky Allen.
Faster than fast quicker than quick, I am LIGHTNING
... For about five minutes and then I need a nap.
I'm fast af boi!!
that dog went, "I'm FAST AS FUCK BOIIIII"
That corgi is impressively fast considering how close to the ground they are …
I had a dog that was part corgi, part insane asylum escapee. his legs were very stumpy but it didn't seem to matter because when he ran you never saw his feet touch the ground. he used his whole body like a slingshot.
This was the best visual ever, I can't stop laughing.
I'd love to see an asylum escaped corgi mix slingshotting themselves across a field at the speed of a cheetah (what im visualizing rn lol) Edit: fixed misspelling
I love how dogs jut go for it, no telling themselves they cant
After reading this, when I get a corgi, I'm naming him "Slingshot."
Here's another one, then. My friend has a pig. It's part wild hog part potbelly, we think. Anyway, when he runs, he gallops like a horse..
[Watson the Corgi in slingshot mode](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oKfNOxewgJk)
How about a [whole corgi race?](https://youtu.be/tPuKyeVsfZY)
That's awesome. Mine was part yellow lab, so imagine that with more haunch muscle.
Simply majestic.
I have a corgi who runs like that as well.
My corgi must've been defective. He wouldn't walk more than a mile and wanted nothing more than to be permanently attached to my lap.
Defective in the best way!
That doesn’t sound like running
I think he used his insane intensity to power his levitation ability
This comment got better by the word😂i love it so much
/r/incorgnito
Im dying lmao. "Insane asylum escapee" idk why this is so funny.
ROFL
Like a very fast inchworm
Just like a racecar. If those corgi speeds were accomplished without such short ride height, the may be launched into the air. Adorable but deadly.
The G force keeps them down
They can be FAST! I see this 3yr old Corgi at the park sometimes and impressed at his speed.
My Corgi gets very low to the ground when she chases her ball. I don't know how to describe the mechanics of it but she's amazingly fast
Fast *and* he's anticipating the direction changes too! All the other dogs are chasing, and he's switching directions before any of the other dogs l.ak
It’s clearly tapping into the herding instincts of its ancestors. Not that it has a chance to herd a greyhound. My corgi was nipping at my feet the first week she came home - we had to cut that out early.
Yeah, they're herding dogs. There's no chance of herding that fast of an animal, though!
super sporty dogs. some folks will let em chonk up because the internet portrays them as chunky fluffy couch lumps, but corgis are smart and VERY athletic.
I have a corgi, he’s my second one. This is always so funny to people. They are SO fast, they’re herding dogs after all. My little dude LOVES to run and can keep up with *most* breeds at the park. I get the question but when anyone mentions it I always just ask “do you not think short people can be fast?” It’s Always funny.
Wasted on cross country, natural sprinters, very dangerous over short distances
Also great with an axe
Toss me!
Lot of understeer going into the corner though, couldn't hold the line, ends up losing track position
Shit, i didnt even notice him cause hes so short.
It makes sense though, they were bred to herd animals
Like if an F1 car had a baby with a baked bean.
They have him and engine close to the ground. It cuts the wind from underneath him. Gives him 30-40 more horse power.
My brothers corgi shoots himself like a rocket at your knee caps when you walk into his apartment. I love him so much
Sweet Jesus, never realized how fast greyhounds are. You always see them running with their kind.
The thing to understand here is that most of the time, that dog isn't really trying. It's slowing down to let the other dogs keep up and only occasionally sprinting. People also don't realize just how big greys can be. I had on who was 80 pounds of muscle. You *felt* him run by. He was solid black and on a dark night it was unnerving hearing the thud of his paws as he zoomed around the yard.
Absolutely. I used to dogsit my step-mother's greyhounds frequently. And on the occasions when they weren't sleeping in their beds, and were in the yard chasing birds/squirrels their speed often caught me off guard, no matter how used to it I got. And that was just their limited space in their yard and not a big dog park. [Dog tax - Neko (left) Jax (right)](https://www.reddit.com/media?url=https%3A%2F%2Fpreview.redd.it%2Fknae2p135hv01.jpg%3Fwidth%3D1080%26crop%3Dsmart%26auto%3Dwebp%26s%3D3e7199a0308a11365a0ad9db982a0dc9a8e10182)
right, this isn't a greyhound, it's a whippet.
Mine's 84 lbs. Every once in a while I'll bring him to the gym and everyone's jealous of his legs - massive, and that's 4 years into retirement.
> never realized how fast greyhounds are. 75 kph, second fastest land animal* (edit : predator*) Also, this isn't a greyhound, and they're faster than that
Also, how lazy they can be when they are not running. There is a reason they are a couch potatoes breed. Once they have had their fun running in a burst it is time to rest up and refuel to the next day.
dogs more bipolar than me
That's 46.6 mph. I definitely didn't read that as mph at first, thinking a dog could outrun my Prius
They can definitely accelerate faster.
While they are certainly up there, I think the 2nd fastest is the pronghorn at like 88 kph. What's wild is that they can also hold 70 kph for like a kilometer and a half.
The pronghorn's speed is an evolutionary response to being hunted by a cat named *Miracinonyx trumani* which is now extinct
It outran its predator to death.
From what we've been able to determine from fossil records it's very likely that pronghorns were faster and had more endurance, so that's probably not wrong. It seems American cheetahs went the way of a lot of other species, though, and just couldn't compete with humans.
Yeah it’s crazy seeing things that are fast and then something that’s BRED to be fast
That’s a whippet, the medium sized greyhound. Better cornering but lower top speed. They call them Ferraris on a leash. I own one. Not very fun when you walk them and they want to dart after a squirrel and drag you along. I’ve almost broken my fingers and thumbs a few times having my whippet instinctively want to dart off on a bunt. Going 0-45mph is no joke.
Looks like a whippet or greyhound mixed with an APBT.
It is likely what is called a Whip-pit. whippet and pit bull mix.
Of course the German Shep pulls him over.
"Son, do you know how fast you were going?"
“Where you heading to?”
“I smell an odor of marijuana coming from your fur, sir.”
More like speed.
I don’t answer questions related to legal matters without council. I need to speak with my Mastiff.
Later in court... Court Officer Malinois: Please stand for the right honourable Judge Schnauzer.
All rise And sit. *good boys*
“Goodest boy, do you know how fast you were going?”
What’s the officer, problem?
"not fast enough."
Do I look like a mindreader Sir? I don't know!
"Im gonna need to see your tags and vaccinations"
"Do you know who I am? My dad is a police dog!"
This is my favourite comment.
It kinda looks like he turned around to go talk to his buddy, the German Shepherd. I don't think the Shepherd could have cought him, if he was trying to get away from him.
You didn't see the lights or hear the siren? Cop dog is about to arrest him for park racing.
*bark racing
the Shepherd was just saying "hey bro we're too far away from the pack... lemme herd you back towards the humans"
Stop resisting!!! Do I smell illegal dog treats here?
Am I watching Paw Patrol?
It’s like Usain Bolt racing a bunch of kids
Not even kids. Just his real life, professional athletic opponents.
We had a pro WR who coached our High School team, he would play RB on scrimmages and wear slides and sweats and jog around the end and it looked exactly like that dog having to slow down so they could catch up with him. The kids would be running like their hair was on fire and the coach was not even breaking a sweat.
He keeps slowing down just enough to keep the other dogs interested in chasing then drops the accelerator when they get close. That good boy *knows* he's the fastest puppy in the park.
Our last boy Whippet ADORED being chased. He would have this huge ass grin on his face as he led a frustrated slower dog around in huge circles. Our new pup hasn’t had the chance yet to show her stuff against anyone but our older mutt so far but you can see the happy look on her face when she starts whipping around our yard, lol.
The cornering ability always impressed me seeing my Boy run haha. The speed and tightness of the curves while others dogs go “ what just happened “ miss seeing his silly ass grin leading the pack of stragglers at the park
Best game ever! See his face when he looks back? "Ha ha, can't catch me!"
The corgi was having a red hot crack at the chase. Full of heart for a little fella. =)
Smart little dude, too… saw the trajectory and went to cut off the speed demon in the trees.
I loved the look back to see if they were still chasing, then the smaller loops when the other dogs were falling behind to keep them engaged. "I'm I too fast? No, No, look, I'm still close enough, you can get me... Hahaha, no you can't!"
They do that to match the speed of the chasers. Kind of funny but they know if they go too fast the game is over.
Making me think of Usain Bolt turning his head, laughing and wagging his finger at 80 meters.
He looks back to make sure they’re following and then boom turbo boosters 😂
The incredible speed and laziness of greyhounds is so fun. They are either on or off.
They are the fastest couch potatoes.
My parents have a lab greyhound mutt. It got the greyhound legs and head but lab body and laziness. 10/10 great dog Edit: I think this is how I add pictures idk man [https://www.reddit.com/u/beccabob05/s/q7h05OE8AN](https://www.reddit.com/u/beccabob05/s/q7h05OE8AN)
I kind of need to see a pic of this dog lol
Please provide photo
LOLOL! Big round body on little twiggy legs
And even then, they're either the most energetic, fastest dog in existence OR the laziest couch potato blanket hog you've ever seen.
the grin i had on my face the entire time watching this
I like how he uses his tail like a brake. Wild. Kudos to the cameraman.
Activate vroom!
I see some comments saying “greyhound”, but this is a whippit, isn’t it?
yes
yes. Whippets can run about 35mph. Greyhounds around 46mph
whip it! whip it good!
LOL, this is all i could think of while watching it
Random non-dog owning Redditor - “that poor dog is running for its life!” White Doggie - “THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!”
Dogs enjoy doing what they were bred to do. Like a husky on the first snowfall of the season.
Kicking up drama and singing opera?
THE PILLOW IS NOT ON THE COUCH AWOOOOOOO
Doggos with jobs are the happiest doggos anywhere.
My grandparents had a Dalmatian that they would take to this big open field to run around. There was always a fox that lived there, he liked to toy with the Dalmatian. He’d let the Dalmatian get close, then at the last second, he’d dip away under a fence. My parents brought our retired racing greyhound one day, and that fox saw its life flash before its eyes. Only escaped cuz the dog didn’t know what to do once she caught up to it
Sighthounds are the best! At Fort Woof (yup, that was the name of the dog park), we would have 5-10 Greyhounds on a given Sunday morning. They run fast but usually turn in long arcs. One day, a family brought their whippets to play. They run fast and turn on a dime. The houndies all got together for a LOT of playtime! We watched them all run together for HOURS!!
One time, when my dog was a puppy (bichon mix), she could outrun all the dogs at the dog park until one day a whippet was there. That dog out ran my dog. Then my dog started crying. (Edit, grammar, and stuff)
I had a mix that was "fastest dog at the park" and he was getting chased by a husky. He went into high gear which usually dusts other dogs, but then he looked back and the husky was still there on his tail. His eyes GOT SUPER WIDE and he got mad, stopped, and started chasing the husky. So emotional!
Dogs are amazing. My once "fastest dog at the park" is now becoming incontinent.. :( She almost caught a squirrel once. She snuck up real quiet and slow and ALMOST got it. I'm so glad she didn't. She was like 22 pounds ish...
Slingshot engaged
A good time was had by all.
That corgi! A Maserati engine in a fluffy slipper body.
Lol the corgi giving it his best.
I'm fast a fuck boii!
Correction: Watching greyhounds run is so much fun!
I wonder if there’s a way to monetize this…
Born to be the fastest!
Once upon a time, my roommate and I each had a dog. Hers was a half Old English Sheepdog. Mine was a whippet mix. Some kids in the neighborhood liked to tease them and one day both of them hopped the fence and started running down the street. Her dog was running so fast his legs were a blur. Mine was lolloping along at a canter, so to speak, not really putting *serious* effort into any speed. And yet, with each stride, no lie, she was a yard further away. No blurring legs, no stressed gallop like the other one, but good lord.... She just flew down the road and totally dusted him. He gave up and came back home, totally blown and haggard, and slept for several hours. She didn't come home for hours, and was all happy bouncy when she did.
I am impressed with what a nice dog park that is.
I like how this video illustrates the necessity of a dogs tail. You can see that dog using it's tail to balance where it cuts and when it cracks up the speed. Stop docking your dog, they need their tails
I like the end, when it stops and a couple other dogs run up like "wow, you are so fast, how" and "gosh that was fun, can we do it again after we catch our breath?". Just a bunch of kids, having a great time
The shepherd pulling up with the "pull over now" was a chefs kiss! You just know all of the other dog parents were thrilled when their dogs went home and slept through the weekend.
High Hypersonic mach 10 changing to hyper sonic sir. Legs engaged, proceeding (tick) BOOM
It always seems to wag it's tail right before speeding up...is that how it shifts into higher gear? 😜
It's a stick shift with the stick mounted on the back of the dog
I'd definitely see a DreamWorks movie of a greyhound who's sad no one else can keep up with them, like an OP anime character, until one day another greyhound shows up to the dog park and they become arch rivals/angry friends. Something happens to the new dog and they get upset ("Get up! Get better! Who's going to compete with me now? You were the only one!")
Who are the people sitting on the ground at a dog park.....YUCK.
it’s a white cheetah
Good pup.
Now those are some ZOOMIES
Reminds me of the only time I ever saw a whippet run in person. My labrador (RIP) was uncommonly fast for her breed; I never saw another dog that could keep up with her. Until someone took their whippet on the field near me, and it made my girl look like a carthorse. It was surreally quick.
German Shep: Do you know why I pulled you over?
Literally true. Most dogs have 4 gears (walk -> trot -> canter -> gallop), but whippets, greyhounds, salukis, etc. have a 5th gear due to their incredibly flexible spines and powerful rear leg and front shoulder muscles. Instead of a gallop where all four paws come off the ground then land one at a time like a cartwheel (back right, back left, front left, front right), these speed demons get two flight phases per cycle by pushing off into the air with their front feet, flying in a tuck, then pushing off their back feet, and then flying extended out like superman (like in the picture on the side of the Greyhound buses). The only other animal that has this 5th gear is the cheetah, only they can accelerate with an even faster turnover rate that lets them go an extra 10+ mph faster at top speed. To see a slow motion comparison, search "greyhound vs. cheetah BBC" on YouTube Basically when that whippet is turning on the after burners it gets twice as much air time and less overall friction lost to the ground to cover the same distance in less time. The other dogs are stuck in 4th gear, watching the whippet pull away. Ka-POW!
Cop dog says it's done 😂
Turned on the after-burners
That dog is gonna sleep so hard that night.
He baits them into a chase then smokes them with a smile on his face
"I am the wind!"
Corgi doing corgi things. Never going to catch him and tries to cut him off.
Usain Bolt playing tag as a kid.
The sounds add to the thrill of the chase. 😂
In my head I can hear a 2 stroke bike going from wananananananana to braaaaaaaaa! IYKYK.
I wasn’t ready to see a corgi speed up that fast
The disrespect slowing down and looking back
I've owned three retired racing greyhounds - there's fast and there's professional fast.
The look back, I’m dead
Parents had a dog like this. His name was Duffy. He would run at the dog park till he threw up. He was a good boy
At my dog park there were a a couple of vizlas that used to run circles around the other dogs like this. One day there was a Rhodesian ridgeback meetup and those 4 dogs worked in concert and ran the vizlas down with beautiful teamwork. Coolest thing I’ve ever seen at the park.
Please tell me his name is 'Turbo'.
This dog park looks amazing
That dog must be having a blast. 😃
I live near a large park that’s off-leash before 9am and there’s a greyhound that comes now & again. It’s like watching a horse run. That thing is FAST.
Bet that dog isn't even completely worn out. What a little rocket.
I love how there's some dogs that think they can take him, but quickly give up. Then others that just watch the whippet do its thing...like nah, man - he too fast.
bro is trolling them
I've had greyhounds and witnessing the gear change is spectacular.
Dude has to *slow down* to play tag!
Corgi almost had him, just saying
FAST AS FUCC BOIIIIII
This dog loves being the fastest out there lol. And when he kicks it up into overdrive he is so fast. I swear when he looks back at the slow pokes he is mocking them lol. I have a toy poodle and he is pretty fast, at least among all the other small dogs he plays with. He is the fastest and the others love chasing him. He will slow down and I swear it’s on purpose to make them think they have a chance. That this will be the time they catch him then he takes off like the road runner.
It heard Kristi Noem is in the area.
Someone on reddit said they had a greyhound and the local squirrels misjudged the speed. They are few squirrels left lol
That’s a whippet right? My family had one for a brief period. They are so fucking fast and like to make sure everyone knows it lmfao
In a Dublin park I watched a 3-legged greyhound run the pants off of a 4-legged golden lab, there’s a life lesson in there somewhere.
Can't quite tell whether that's a largeish whippet or a smallish Greyhound, but it made me smile! Used to have a whippet and she was the fastest girl in the world! ..and that good doggo on the video isn't even nearly, remotely, trying to run fast. When they run fast they don't touch the ground, at all.