Still with the Greyhounds Already

Lucy's on my left, Stella's on my right

Cracker is in his chair and Razzle's at my feet.




In between, Twister rests his head on Razzle's back, and the alpaca hat is worn by a vinegar bottle. For the life of me, I can't get photos to go where I want them. Once again, outwitted by inanimate objects.

I'll see Rachael in a few days, and get a photo of her in the hat. She will like it, she's a funky girl, she's 22. It amuses her that she was born the year as Sven, my Volvo