The Christmas Party.

Seymour on a deceptively hot day.

Blue went back to the kennels awaiting his new owner. Melanie said she had been unable to contact her in the last few days. I hope she hasn't had a change of heart. I'd be worried about Blue. Bit worried about him anyway. Couldn't get him near shops and he still shied at just about everything. He'll need the right kind of home and the right kind of owners.

Blue went into the kennel and out bounced Clyde. Melanie told me Clyde already had an adoptive family but still needs to go through the program. He's a bouncy blue-fawn boy, very big, too big to be a champion as they can't get round the turns. Good in a straight line though.

We ate our picnic under the gumtrees, there was a parade of greyhounds in fancy dress, a prize draw in which we won a silvery grey greyhound coat - very nice - and in the off-leash paddock, the 'hounds all tore around like mad.

Clyde enjoyed the trip home. With his new friend Goldie. She's thinking 'What's with all these greyhounds?' no doubt.