Three beautiful greyhounds.
One who shares a birthday with me (date, not year 
) who is my special boy. Black, huge, a brain the size of a pea. Very loving with women, will flirt like mad, terrified of men he doesn't know. High prey drive. Highly accomplished, skilful and creative food thief. Has habit of secreting kitchen implements and knives in his den. Still haven't found a potato masher and got one of the missing kitchen knives back yesterday. Tries to climb trees after squirrels. Loves "surfing" round corners in the back of the car. Has a daily morning tickle with me on the bed,followed by the ceremonial licking of the yogurt pot. Eats the post, so we have a postbox on the outside of the house now. Affectionately known as my sous-chef because of his habit of taking up a large acreage of floor space when I am cooking/preparing food/baking.
Elderly black female - small, dainty and very much the boss of the other two. Adores people, but regards other dogs as the spawn of Satan, partially due to her shoulder arthritis. Snores in a ladylike sort of way. Is DH's special buddy. Spends most of her spare time sleeping on her back with her legs in the air, in a particularly fetching arrangement which always makes me think of Barry Manilow's Lola.
Super mellow blonde old boy - he is the dude. Adores all other dogs and is the Fotherington Thomas of the greyhound world. Hello sky, hello rabbits, hello Mr Squirrel (whereas the other two will be off like Exocets after anything small and furry). Has done his KC training, has a special bond with our nephew, and is a real star at "meet and greets". He originally came to us as a foster and we failed. 
Had an absolutely horrendous earlier life (still lots of scars, and bits missing) but has the sweetest, most mellow, laid back nature. Eats industrial quantities of chicken. Very accomplised chucker of cushions.