We had seen them around town often — I mean, how do you miss three jacketed miniature greyhounds? — so it was nice to finally capture them, or parts of them, to be precise, on camera. (Feel free to correct me on the breed, they’re probably Toy Bavarian Fleethunds or Giant Italian Racing Chihuahuas or something.)
From right to left: Bella (sans head), Greta and Karch (judging your soul).
“You know, Karch, like the volleyball player,” the owner said. Um, sure. Let’s go with that.