And it wasn’t just the two-legged variety – my greyhound pal Mack came to visit. I got invited to go for a walk with him then when we got home he came in and made himself right at home. He scoffed the remains of my dinner – bit of a cheek, was saving that for later – and even got on the sofa! But he wouldn’t play and bowffed at me when I tried pawing him to get a response. Of course he’s got a lot to learn still about being a proper dog as he’s only had a real home, kindness and affection for nine months whereas I’ve been coddled since birth. It’s not right that greyhounds are bred for sport then thrown out when they finish racing. But he’s got a good life now and is welcome here for play training any time cos I love visitors.