Evening all out there this night.
This is my Mothers and my dog.
Her name is Lucy.
She is almost eleven years old
And she is a Lurcher.
A Lurcher is a cross between a greyhound and something else, in her case a border collie.
She has the speed of a greyhound but not the brains of a collie.
She is a pain in the bum.
She pretends not to like me but I know she does.
She first stole the piece of floor I sit on, then she stole where I sit, now she tries to steel my bed.
She is afraid of everything in the dictionary that is between A and Z
She hates anything smaller than her.
She barks at the TV.
She leaves her soggy dog treats by my door for me to step on at 2 in the morning.
She leaves her hair everywhere.
She runs off.
She hardly looks happy; if it wasn’t for the sake of her brilliant up bringing we give her she could be a poster child for an animal rescue.
She will own the sofa when she stretches but can fold up into a tiny ball
She gets away with most things when mother is around
She is not cuddly.
She is a pain I the bum.
She will be there whether you need her or not.
She keeps the house safe.
She will love you no matter what.
She has not a deliberate bad bone in her skinny body.
She is a constant companion.
She takes you on adventures.
She likes cows.
She looks after my mother when I am away.
She looks after my elderly neighbour.
She can do that tilted head trick to make her look adorable.
She is loyal.
She may not be cuddly but will accept a cuddle
She will keep you warm in winter.
She can make anyone smile.
She will occasionally let you take a picture of her.
She is forever entertaining.
She may be an utter pain in the backside
I like her
But I love her more.