As I am coming home from the morning walk, next-door-but-one's collie cross is sitting at the top of their steps. He rolls a tennis ball down the steps towards me and the lurchers, and then crouches and peers hopefully at us over the step. Next-door-but-one's dog : Greetings! I present to you one of my most treasured possessions. Shall we be friends?
Sighthounds : THE ALIEN IS FIRING ON US! RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!