I visited home last Friday to discover that my parents had gone and adopted a greyhound. My mother has been threatening this course of action for many years. She has always said, "If dogs look like they're owners, then I should get a greyhound so I can be just as slim and graceful". I don't think she really thought that logic through, but it's too late now as there is a greyhound living in my house.
Her name is Millie, she is 5 years old and she is a retired racing greyhound from Ireland.
Here she is:
Her strange body shape reminds me of a really leggy alien, or perhaps a stick insect.