Greyhoundhomer RGT Suffolk

Yes - especially when he's spinning round on his lead.

Olive is a brindle but her mum was fawn as was her sister.
Stanley is black with a little white bib and he definately has the grey muzzle gene - he started to go rapidly grey not long after we got Olive ....can't think why

Jay is fawn but his head is going really grey now (he is 10 though), Kenzo is a blue although quite a dark shade and in some lights it looks as if there is some dark brown in it

Paddy is really grey on his muzzle now, he is seven next week but probably looks older until you see him playing and leaping about all over the place, Sophie is just three but has just the start of a few grey hairs. My two are both Dave's Mentors, they can do distinguished but only for very short periods!

LOL, what are their racing names? I'll add them to Gilmour & Kryssy's family tree.

Are you the lady that I met briefly at the Suffolk show - the one that guessed Gilmour was a Daves Mentor dog by his - err - 'interesting' behaviour?

Hi Jackie, yes that's right we did meet briefly at the Suffolk Show. Paddys racing name was Blonde Boss his mum is Best Fancy. Sophies was Toosey Sue her mum is Toosey Belle. Paddy had a long career and was trained by Charlie Lister in Nottingham but raced all over the country he was very successful. Unfortunately this has left him with an inflated sense of his own celebrity, he is convinced when we do the shows that people are only there to see him. All he needs to complete the picture as he swaggers about waiting for his adoring fans are a pair of Raybans. Sophie's career was short and sweet she didn't like other dogs trying to pass her so would growl as they came upsides, clever tactic but not allowed under the rules of racing. Dave's Mentor certainly seems to imprint his offspring with some interesting (if not positively eccentric) behavioural traits, a warped sense of humour for one!

I can vouch for the humour thing. A few weeks ago we went to the playing field for a change. Gilmour stared off by sprinting a huge circle round the field - very impressive, but at the far end there's no fence, just a hedge, which is quite sparse in places. Rob went off to 'catch' Gilmour who had taken to weaving in and out of the holes in the fences. If it had been Kryssy we would have been petrified as she'd have gone through a hole in the hedge and bolted into the next village. But with Gilmour (Sparkys Vorjaz - Daves Mentor x Kelowna) it was definitely a game: he was playing hide & seek. Even some passers-by commented on how he was having Rob on. If I didn't know how thick Gilmour is, I'd have thought he was really intelligent for inventing the game!

Don't know about sense of humour but I think Dudley's having an identity crisis. He had a poo on a patch of soil that is part of what is laughingly referred to as the back lawn, so I nipped indoors to procure poo bag. When I went back outside I could just make him out in the gloom... covering his poo with soil, using his nose! What does he think he is? Half cat, half elephant?

Paddy did that in the snow he doesn't usually, perhaps he just didn't want to spoil the pristine whiteness.

I promise you, there is nothing pristine about our back garden!!!!

My garden is in such a state now that I'd like to build a roof over it so the neighbours can't see it!

That strange - never heard of that before - its usually bones or treats that Ella covers with (imaginery) soil!!