Yes, I’ve met a real one. Don’t we look great? She spent her early dog years chasing round a race track. At least now she can take life easy. I rather liked that blanket, but she wouldn’t get off it.
My Christmas present has come in very useful during the cold weather. Greyhounds don’t have very thick fur and this is lovely and cosy (hat looks like a tea cosy, nose like a spout instead of snout). It’s not exactly 17thcentury style but it keeps me warm. I fear I look rather stupid when I’m out and about. But warmth wins over glamour.
I would like to introduce you to my knitted self. Created and stuffed with human hands. Here I am at my book launch in September 2018. I must say I do look rather splendid in my red, jewelled collar.
You will be able follow my knitted self adventures in Richmond Park and beyond. I will be accompanied by my ghost writer Pat who will very kindly be capturing pictures of me with some strange instrument. I do believe it’s much quicker than having an oil painting done as my master King Charles I did.
Woof! Woof! Hello my name is Gypsy and I’m a greyhound. My master was King Charles I of England. I think I’m doing really well writing a blog as I was born almost 400 years ago. I’ve heard of a log and a bog but not both of them together. Anyway, I am going to keep you up to date with all my adventures. My best friend Rogue and I get up to all sorts of things. I’ve been writing a book and it’s going to be published soon, so keep your noses in the air to sniff it out. Well, woof and bye for now.