It's a Breeze!

Breeze is an elegant greyhound who paid us a visit today. I've long had a thing about these dogs but could never have one because they are hard-wired to chase anything that moves - especially if goes by the name of cat. That rangy physique conceals a coiled spring of taut muscle designed to blast into action in an instant.

At four years old, Breeze's racing career was over but she was fortunate enough to find a loving owner via the Battersea Dogs Home. Some superannuated greyhounds end up dumped, minus their ears (which are tattooed with their registration number). Her life is one of pampered ease and admiration now, which seems only right for such a gorgeous creature.

Son Huw blipped me taking the shot.