Delicate wallflower still the Belle of the ball
Our recent Greyhound high tea provoked differing reactions from our special guests — reactions as unique as their personalities.
The boys, for example, like many guys unwillingly dragged out of their man caves for pointless socialising, were initially reluctant to join the party … until they saw the smorgasbord of gastronomic delights on display. Then they went to work like a top-notch demolition team.
Belle, on the other hand, is the kind of debutante who prefers to play the wallflower — and a delicate one at that. She cut a beautiful yet lonely figure in her lovely, shiny neckband, and decided decorum was the word for the day, standing back to let the lads work their will on the table. We’re not even sure if she ate anything!
Eight-year-old Belle has been with us since 26 March. This loveable couch potato must be a Gogglebox fan as she’s quite keen to zone out and then conk out in front of the telly. Age has that effect on us all. She’s also been enjoying snoozes with her foster buddy, dressing up in warm winter coats like a veteran fashionista, exploring the place with what her carer called “the most excited waggy tail and happy feet”, and possibly the most important of all — scritches, scratches, and scritchy-scratches.
She’s ready for a slow-paced life in the arms of her forever family. Contrary to popular belief, Greyhounds don’t need a lot of exercise. A few minutes of zoomies a day is all they need before slipping into some kind of four-hour semi-coma, only moving to adopt a more hilarious, legs akimbo position on what used to be your favourite chair.
