In this house, we are always under a watchful eye...actually, make that "eyes". One of those sets of eyes belongs to our beloved greyhound, Sam. We don't know much about Sam's background--he is from somewhere in New York state. The sparse paperwork we do have indicates Sam never ran a greyhound race. Having lived with him now for about 6 years, this is not a surprise to either me or my husband.
The speed at which he appears in this picture is his typical speed of the day. Except when it snows. And the snow gets between his toes. We do not like snow between our toes and, therefore, must use our greyt greyhound powers to sled mom and Ginger (our other dog) across the property and to the safety and warmth of the fireplace.
"Be prompt with dinner tonight, Mom. I needs my energies!"
Lol. Mary Ann
