Ginger and Gary meet us at the door…retired racing greyhounds.  Then they mosey back to their huge, cushy beds!  This feels much like a walk through any sports hall of fame built to recognize the greatest contributors to their sport.  They celebrate what they see as a loving respectful relationship between owners and racing dogs and claim the breed possesses a natural drive to run.  Dogs are inducted into the hall of fame based on their own speed or on their role as sire or dame (maybe this part is not quite like say a football hall of fame) contributing winning DNA to the pool of racing dogs.  They unabashedly explore and explain, with no small measure of pride, the entanglement of dog racing and wagering.  I have a bit of heartburn with the whole idea and was flabbergasted when their film says they adopt out 18,000 retired dogs a year.  It was interesting to see the perspective of the business/sport.