There was greyhound in the last book I read. I liked this moment in the story: 🐶

Just as Tam was wondering what he would do with a freshly slain rabbit, the dog returned to his side, mercifully with nothing in its jaws. It was presumably used to its electric quarry disappearing, but Tam thought he sensed a faint embarrassment. ‘Never mind, son,’ he said, stroking the narrow, intelligent head. ‘We all make mistakes.’