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.
She likes to go for a walk, she always goes to the toilet on her walk because she is spotlessly clean, she walks calmly without pulling, and as soon as you talk to her she comes straight to you, because she knows that you are going for a walk together, she has you in mind and she is by your side, literally and figuratively.
And when you leave her in a fenced area and throw a ball at her, if she throws it gently without sudden movements that will frighten her, she goes and catches it with her mouth gently and hesitantly, as if it is a puppy, but as if she does not know if she is allowed to catch it or not.
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.
