Preacher and theologian Fred Craddock tells the story of visiting his niece whose family had adopted a retired racing greyhound. The dog seemed happy and content in retirement. Finding himself alone with the hound, Craddock took the opportunity to interview him.

"Uh, are you still racing any?”

“No, no, no, I don’t race anymore.”

I said, “Do you miss the glitter and excitement of the track?”

He said, “No, no.”

I said, “Well, what’s the matter? You got too old?”

“No, no, I still had some race in me.”

“Well, did you not win?”

He said, “I won over a million dollars for my owner.”

“Then what was it, bad treatment?”

“Oh, no, they treated us royally when we were racing.”

I said, “Then what? Did you get crippled?”

He said, “No, no, no.”

I said, “Then what?”

And he said, “I quit.”

“You quit?”

“Yeah, that’s what I said. I quit.”

I said, “Why did you quit?”

And he said, “I discovered that what I was chasing was not a real rabbit. And I quit.

He looked at me and said, “All that running, running, running, and what I was chasing, not even real.”