At one point in this documentary about greyhound racing, an interviewee describes it as a fundamentally working-class sport, and it\u2019s hard to argue with that. And like so many British working-class pleasures and pursuits, shifting tastes and the relentless march of gentrification have seen its popularity wane substantially since heydays past. This frisky film explores the canine-centric milieu with affection and respect \u2013 but, laudably, it also makes room, about halfway through its runtime, for the case against racing as articulated by several animal rights activists who decry the conditions in which some dogs are raised, the practice of euthanising animals deemed no longer viable for racing, and the injury risks racing itself poses.<\/p>\n
Naturally, the trainers, breeders and owners we meet here violently disagree with these critiques. It\u2019s to director Greg Cruttwell\u2019s credit that he gives the subjects time to voice the point-counterpoint around these arguments. Some, like garrulous Scottish trainer Rab McNair, will have absolutely no truck with the activists\u2019 points, insisting that they are grounded in ignorance of how well the dogs are treated. All the animals we see here look pretty bright-eyed and waggy-tailed, although some of the kennel spaces we see them hanging out in look a little on the spartan side; but who knows, this is hardly a meaningfully large enough sample to judge by. Encouragingly, one pro-racing speaker acknowledges that recent expos\u00e9s of poor treatment in the industry, such as RT\u00c9 documentary Greyhounds Running for Their Lives and reports in the Guardian<\/a>, have compelled breeders and the sport in general to clean up their act significantly.<\/p>\n