Chas

We met up with some old friends, three generations of us and three generations of them. And Chas.

 Chas is massive.  He's like a small pony. He towers over the youngest generation. He stops the traffic. People stop to marvel at him. Our dog can run underneath him. Lying down, he arranges his legs so they don't get tangled. If he had a long neck he'd be a giraffe,  but he's a greyhound.  He's Chas.