This is a story about play, brotherhood and growing up. Today, I'm spending a couple of hours with the beautiful whippet Luz and his human family. It's a soaring hot and slightly humid summer weekend in Clissold park. Perfect for a game of baseball with the sighthound.
As Phoenix and Quinn start running around the field, throwing the ball at each other, Luz joins in. He doesn't really understand what's going on, but he likes the cheerful atmosphere the game creates.
Heat soon exhausts everyone. The whippet gets 'baggy' eyes and the boys laughter turns into an occasional strop. Kate remains unfazed. Carefully watching over the family from a distance, she skilfully manages the little tantrums and offers support to both the boys and the whippet when in need.
As we continue our stroll through the small woodland area the game changes to role play. The boys and the sighthound are now pirates. As the border between man and dog dissolves, the three brothers are now collaboratively exploring the tall grass for treasure.
On the way home I learn about the smelly gift Luz left in Ian and Kate's bed. It was the first day of school and the whippet thought, that his brothers were taken away from him forever. He still doesn't like being left alone.
Once inside, Luz is hungry and circles around Kate to see if there's any kibble going around. The boys go and prepare for a water fight with Ian in the garden and I try to get Luz to play with me for a while.
Once the play is over, the exhausted whippet retires to the sofa where the little hands of Phoenix cuddle him to sleep. Sweet dreams little whippet brother.