She's elderly, a typical Greek hound.
She has many years on her back, it can be seen from her white face, and from her dull coat and from her weak legs.
She goes out into the courtyard full of joy, and instead of taking her walk and smelling and enjoying freedom, she comes at you for caresses. She rests her head on you, looks you in the eye, and you can caress her for hours and hours.
She takes a couple of steps there, and then comes back to you, puppy cheer, trying to gallop with her old legs.
It is incredibly sweet and tender. We have no idea what kind of person he has lived, but he knows from human companionship and caresses.
We call her Eftyhia, which meand happiness in Greek, because we wanted a name that would be as beautiful as her soul, and good luck as much as we wish her to be, even now, in the twilight of her life.
