When I was 8 I wanted a puppy. When I was 10 I wanted parachute pants. When I was 12 I wanted an Ogilvie perm. When I was 14 I wanted a boy named Robbie. When I was 16 I wanted a car. When I was in my 20’s I wanted to make bad choices. Now I want everything. I only need enough to survive.
The ancient Greeks had a type of hunting dog that looked quite a bit like a greyhound. It was tall, with long legs and neck, prick ears and a long, thin, muzzle. It looks like it had short, smooth, single coat and a long, thin tail that curved slightly. Very much like a modern greyhound. It also looks like sometimes they left the tail natural and sometimes they docked it. (In the British Museum)
I believe the perfect word to describe my blog is "Variety" and as William Cowper once said: "Variety's the very spice of life, that gives it all its flavor". ..I really don't know who he was, but I like this quote.. Anyway, thank you for following me!