Here a little poem written by grandaughter Daisy aged 9 she is the proud owner of Precious (Nearly Famous - Frankies brother Colin and Tina) Prec is her best fried and has even learnt to live with her rabbit.
How whippet began
She took the wind from the night sky
She took the falling waterfall from the stream
To make her walk
For her colour
She stole the dark sky
She stole the muddy soil
She stole the rough tree trunk
Then at the North Pole
She took the softness of the snow
And the curved moon
to make her claws
And from this the whippet was made.
Sums it up for me, note it was a female doing all this.
How whippet began
She took the wind from the night sky
She took the falling waterfall from the stream
To make her walk
For her colour
She stole the dark sky
She stole the muddy soil
She stole the rough tree trunk
Then at the North Pole
She took the softness of the snow
And the curved moon
to make her claws
And from this the whippet was made.
Sums it up for me, note it was a female doing all this.
....Well done Daisy :thumbsup: