Verity

Name: Verity

Breed: Greyhound

Think of Irene Adler or Miss Lydia Bennett and you have Verity spot on. What she could do with a whole regiment of soldiers or a whip makes the mind boggle. Verity has lived with me now for three weeks, convalescing after a minor operation to her mouth. This doesn’t seem to bother her although she does need a good sneeze once a day. Well her name is Russanda Hanky.
 
Verity is no blushing maiden and basically flirts with everything that comes her way. She tried to get off with the builders this morning and if it were possible to put her arms around them she would have snogged them to death. Verity is probably the kissiest greyhound ever to grace my sofa yet cannot be described as an airhead. Walks are great, probably so that she can strut her stuff, although she would prefer them to be of the recommended 20 minute length as any further would spoil her nails. Verity is full of beans but in a nice boingy way. It is sheer exuberance for a few minutes and then back to bed to catch up on her beauty sleep. It has been a pleasure to have her here. Her boyfriend is shattered.
 
Food is extremely important to her. Mealtimes are sacrosanct and woe betide you if the quantities are on the lean side. We don’t do light lunch darling. Verity could very easily lose her girlish figure. Pasta is a particular weakness. I think she would sell her soul for a bit of lasagne. Penne mixed with suet is the food of the Gods. She is spotlessly clean.
 
Verity has been at Tia for far too long. She is still only five years old.
 
A character and a delight. She makes me smile.