or if it was, I didn’t mean it.
I love greyhounds. I love their big wet noses, and their amber eyes and their gentle nature and I can’t bear the thought of men “disposing” of them when they don’t make enough money. I met a trainer recently who considered himself to be very humane, because he shot them in the head when their racing lives were done.
This is my cousin’s rescued greyhound Archie, who does his best, although he does find humans very perplexing creatures….
Pastel pencils on Fabriano Tiziano paper A4