The Truth Behind Life With Two Whippets

When people see me, the first thing they usually say is: “Wow, whippets! They must be so fast. I bet they need a lot of exercise.”

It always makes me laugh, because while whippets are lightning quick when they want to be, they’re also experts at doing absolutely nothing. My two, Mylo and Moss, can happily sprint like Olympians one minute and then spend the rest of the day buried under blankets, barely lifting their heads. They don’t just enjoy comfort, they demand it.

What most people don’t realise is that whippets don’t just live in your home, they take it over. The sofa is no longer mine, the bed has been claimed, and even the sunny spot on the floor is carefully guarded. They rule the roost and I’m just here to fit in around them.

And then there’s the chaos. Mylo is a bundle of havoc. He can turn the garden into a racetrack in seconds, crash through the house at full speed, and has a sixth sense for spotting unattended food. He doesn’t really walk anywhere. He launches himself, usually with zero awareness of what or who happens to be in his way.

Moss is different. He’s gentle, soft, and far calmer on the surface. But he knows how to stir things up. He’ll trot over with a toy, give Mylo that look, and suddenly the peace is gone as the two of them explode into a wrestling match or a game of chase. Mylo might be the chaos, but Moss is often the one lighting the fuse.

And yet, for all the mayhem, they’re the most loving companions I could ask for. They curl up together after their antics, legs tangled, eyes half-closed, looking like butter wouldn’t melt. They follow me from room to room, and when I come home, the welcome I get from two wagging tails makes everything else worth it.

So yes, they’re fast. Yes, they can be demanding. And yes, they’ve taken over my house and my furniture. But life with Mylo and Moss is funny, unpredictable, full of love, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.