Banjo

This is my newest folly.

 His name is Banjo.

He is 3 years old and a retired racing greyhound.

He is just as sweet as he looks.

His one mistake was eating a teddy bear.  Which was not because he had no other toys of his own. It was just tastier. He pooped stuffing for a couple of days but otherwise suffered no ill effects.

He is exceedingly polite and well-mannered.  He has made me enjoy walking again.

Sometimes a cat or two or three will join us on our walk. Banjo has learned to ignore them. But it is a pretty silly sight to see us all strolling down the street together.

When I come home he does this adorable happy dance. Look at that tail. It goes like a bullwhip when he is excited.

What a sleek handsome creature he is. I hope it is true that people start to look like their pets. I will be skinny and leggy soon.

 He loves attention, and especially from his buddy Anne.