Eric.

A new foster greyhound, Eric, arrived.

Eric has lost part of his tail, god knows how.

When he's excited, it looks like he is waving a baton instead of swishing a nice long tail. Shame.

Eric is brindle and is a bit of an alpha male, jumping on the furniture and snatching his food. But he's a good learner and within 24 hours he has learned not to jump on the furniture.

On Sunday we took Goldie and Eric to Princes Park where all the dogs and their owners socialise their dogs.

There was a mastiff Irish Wolfhound cross, fierce-looking thing, name of Holly. There was also an extremely athletic Dobermann tearing around in circles. There were several small fluffy dogs and Eric didn't react to them so he looks like he will be fine with smaller dogs.

Goldie got a bit cross when the Doberman chased her and a few others entered her space. She had a bit of a bark at them. Poor Goldie, she's getting old. We took them home and fed them.