I brought Bella home last winter. That’s after I’d managed to get her in the car. She’d resolutely refused to budge so I got a crash course in how to get a greyhound into a boot, front legs up first then hauling their substantial bulk in after.
After initial reluctance, she now springs upstairs to her favourite spot on my bed whenever she fancies a spot of sunbathing. She has commandeered the sofa as her own, and has been a great foot warmer all winter.
A boy stopped to stare at us in the street the other day, as I was scrapping the copious poo off it. “You have a lovely dog” he said.
Yes I do. And yes, I have fallen in love.