This is the reason I was up and walking around outside in my dressing gown at ten past six this morning….
Her name is Lyra. Her racing name was Saratoga Joker, but she was sensibly too lazy to be a track dog, so her trainer handed her in to Greyhound Rescue West of England. (The alternative… I don’t even want to think about 😦 ) And yesterday she came home with us. We love her already, even though she snores and likes to unpack the recycling bags all over the floor.