Comin’ mom

Borzoi running

Zip running toward me   

Just one more in my series of Zip.

With my legs crossed, I sat on the ground in the middle of the acre with my camera ready to go. He sauntered out the back door like it was just another run. Once he saw me, he high-tailed it out toward me.

He truly is poetry in motion when he runs. His silky coat flies behind him.