So excuse me if I do a little off topic post and give you the reasons why the dog is bloody brilliant. (Because I need things to cheer me up and distract me for a few more days until I get the results of the biopsy).
He loves going out for a walk with either of me or the husband. But if we both take him out, Wow. He insists on walking between us, his pack. Sniffing me then the husband.
"Male human, check, female human, present. Oooh! That new dog on the block has taken a piss must a have a sniffter of that. Brilliant where was I? Ah yes, sniff, female human, phew still here, wait a minute where is male ... yup just there"
He is a simple soul.
Which means when I take him out by himself he is always on the look out for the husband. Although greyhounds are, by breed, sight hounds he clearly needs specs. I find myself being dragged towards every tallish bloke with sorta brown messy hair wearing jeans and trainers. Its not all bad, the dog and I have similar taste, if the husband and I ever split up I'm taking the dog out on the pull.
And I'll tell you what the dog clearly suits me. Whenever I take him out for a walk I hear gasps of "Ah! she's beautiful" and "Gorgeous". A cynic (realist) might imagine that was because the dog is so elegant and dainty that everyone assumes he is a she. I choose to believe that he matches my eyes or something, and is the ultimate accessory to make me look good.
He is a well adjusted soul, he knows his limits. He isn't allowed in the kitchen and though it doesn't have a door he respects that limit even when we aren't in the house (to the best of our knowledge). He doesn't get on the bed, though obviously the sofa has been claimed. He understands his place in the pecking order (the bottom). I just hope that when (yes, back on 'when' not 'if'), when we have kids we set as clear boundaries for them.
In case this post didn't make it very apparent I love the dog, and am very proud of the dog. If you go here you can see his lineage. And look here he is winning a race.
So I bet you are wondering what I've bought him for his birthday.
Er ... nothing he's a dog - he doesn't have a clue what day it is.