Rule #1 of greyhound popsicle dissection filming: never, ever breathe in through your nose, especially after incisions have been made and flesh exposed
Rule #2 of greyhound dissection filming: do not listen to the surgeon when you are told you will not need scrubs because it’s dead and won’t spurt anything when syringed or sliced. My jeans now need to be washed.
Rule #3 of greyhound filming: look through the viewfinder as much as possible, relying on your over-exposure to violence and death in the electronic media to give you the sense that it’s on TV, and there’s not really a stinky, bloody, dead animal in front of you with its eyes still open.

Still, I wasn’t queasy, and it was worryingly familiar once the dog was draped and all you could see was the area of dissection. I think that as a carnivore, I have cooked jointed meat on the bone so watching them cut open to reveal the joints wasn’t that dissimilar.

Wish I’d brought a change of jeans though!