Some of you might wonder how a dog like me came to love a marine park. When hailing from Perth, you become pretty familiar with the ocean. In fact, I was born and raised right near Atlantis, where I trained to be the fastest greyhound the world has ever seen. Regrettably, I lost every race I ever ran. I wasn't as interested in chasing a fake rabbit as the other dogs. Only fools fall for that old gag. Mum rescued me after I got booted from greyhound school for being a bad race dog, and then I met Auntie Sally during one of her trips back from New York. Since the first day Auntie scratched me behind my ears, she's always said, "Billy. You're a good dog. Even if you are a loser!"