18/09/2025
๐จ ๐๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ ๐ฃ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฒ๐น๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฒ'๐ ๐ฃ๐ผ๐ฟ๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐บ๐ถ๐๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป: ๐ ๐ง๐ฎ๐น๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐๐ผ๐ฐ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ฐ ๐๐
๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป๐
๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ด: ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐น๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป
Lady Penelope Whippington-Snoot (retired track champion, current Chief Executive of Sofa Quality Control) was enjoying her post-breakfast, pre-elevenses nap when she overheard her humans having what could only be described as An Important Conversation.
"We really should get a proper portrait done," Mum was saying, gesturing toward Penelope with suspicious enthusiasm.
"Something that captures her... personality," agreed Dad.
Penelope's ears pricked up with interest. Finally. FINALLY, her humans had come to their senses.
๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ต: ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ถ๐๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐น ๐ฃ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ป๐
It had always mystified Penelope why her palace walls were adorned with inferior artwork โ landscapes, abstracts, even a questionable print of sunflowers โ when they could have been graced with portraits of true nobility. Namely, herself.
She had, after all, been blessed with the kind of classical bone structure that Renaissance masters would have wept over. Those elegant lines, that regal bearing, the way the light caught her sleek coat just so... It was practically a crime against art that no one had thought to commission a proper portrait before now.
Even her great-great-grandmother Duchess Wilhelmina Speedwell had had her likeness captured in oils, though admittedly that was back when greyhounds were properly appreciated as the aristocracy they clearly were.
๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ญ๐ฌ: ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฟ๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐น๐ฒ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป ๐ฃ๐ฟ๐ผ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐๐
"We need someone who understands greyhounds," Mum mused, scrolling through something on the glowing rectangle device.
Penelope nodded approvingly from her throne. Too many artists, she suspected, lacked the proper training to capture the subtle nuances of sighthound superiority. The delicate arch of an eyebrow, the aristocratic tilt of the head, the way one could convey both dignity and mild disdain in a single expression.
"Look at this!" Dad exclaimed. "Custom watercolour portraits from photos! They specialize in capturing personality..."
Watercolours, Penelope mused. How delightfully suitable. Oils were rather... heavy. Watercolours had that ethereal quality that would complement her refined features beautifully. Plus, the medium had a certain delicacy that matched her own sensitive constitution.
๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ญ๐ญ: ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฃ๐ต๐ผ๐๐ผ ๐ฆ๐ต๐ผ๐ผ๐ ๐ฃ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป
Of course, one couldn't simply snap a photo willy-nilly for such an important commission. This required proper preparation.
Penelope began her beauty routine three days early. Extended grooming sessions (conducted by her personal human servants, naturally), careful attention to diet (no treats that might cause unflattering bloating), and most importantly, practicing her poses.
โจ ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐น๐ฎ๐๐๐ถ๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ฝ๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐
: front paws elegantly crossed, head held high, eyes gazing into the distance with the wisdom of ages.
โจ ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐ง๐ต๐ผ๐๐ด๐ต๐๐ณ๐๐น ๐ก๐ผ๐ฏ๐น๐ฒ: slight head tilt, one ear delicately perked, expression suggesting deep contemplation of important matters (like whether dinner would be served promptly).
โจ ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ด๐ฎ๐น ๐๐ผ๐๐ป๐ด๐ฒ: artfully arranged across her throne, demonstrating the perfect balance of relaxation and dignity that only true nobility could achieve.
๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ญ๐ฎ: ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฃ๐ต๐ผ๐๐ผ ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป
The day of the photo shoot arrived. Penelope had selected her finest collar (the one with just a hint of sparkle โ tasteful, not gaudy) and positioned herself in optimal lighting.
"Just act natural, Penelope," encouraged Mum.
Act natural? Penelope gave them her most withering stare. She WAS natural. This level of elegance wasn't an act โ it was simply her baseline state of being.
She struck pose after pose, each one more magnificent than the last. The camera clicked frantically as her parents tried to capture her essence.
"Perfect!" they declared. "This one captures her personality perfectly!"
Penelope glanced at the camera's display. Yes, that would do nicely. She'd managed to convey just the right combination of noble bearing and subtle superiority. The artist would have excellent material to work with.
๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ญ๐ฏ: ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ป๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป
Now came the most challenging part: waiting.
Penelope had never been particularly good at patience. Oh, she could wait motionlessly for hours if there was a comfortable surface involved, but waiting for something important โ like the arrival of her commissioned portrait โ required an entirely different skill set.
She took to positioning herself near the front windows, watching for delivery vehicles with the intensity she once reserved for spotting rabbits. Every van, every postal worker, every courier received her full attention.
Her parents found this amusing. "She knows something special is coming," they chuckled.
Of course she knew. One didn't achieve her level of sophistication without developing a keen sense for when one's rightful recognition was imminent.
๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ญ๐ฐ: ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐จ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ถ๐น๐ถ๐ป๐ด
When the package finally arrived, Penelope supervised the opening process with the gravity it deserved. Her parents carefully unwrapped the watercolour portrait, and...
โจ ๐ฃ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป. โจ
The artist had captured not just her physical beauty, but her essence. The noble tilt of her head, the intelligent eyes, the way her coat seemed to shimmer with an inner light. This wasn't just a painting โ it was a masterpiece that finally gave her the recognition she deserved.
"It's beautiful," her parents whispered, clearly moved by the artistic achievement.
Penelope nodded approvingly. The portrait now held pride of place above the fireplace, where visitors could properly appreciate true nobility. As it should be.
๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐น๐ผ๐ด๐๐ฒ: ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐น๐น ๐๐ผ ๐๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป
And so Lady Penelope achieved what all great nobles eventually must: proper artistic recognition of her magnificence.
As she settled into her evening nap, she couldn't help but notice how her palace felt more complete now. The portrait watching over her domain served as a constant reminder to all who entered that they were in the presence of greatness.
She had one final thought before drifting off to sleep: surely every greyhound deserved such recognition? After all, they were all nobility in their own right โ retired athletes who had earned their place in history, gentle souls with the bearing of kings and queens.
Perhaps it was time for a portrait revolution. A world where every greyhound's true magnificence was properly documented in beautiful watercolours, ready to grace palace walls everywhere...
Does your own noble hound deserve their place in art history? Because let's be honest โ they're probably giving you the same "why isn't there a portrait of ME yet?" look that Penelope perfected. Maybe it's time to fix that situation... ๐จ๐
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This Giclรฉe Prints item is sold by ADiscoveryofInk. Dispatched from United Kingdom. Listed on 18 Sept, 2025