Long ago, Artie, a magnificent English greyhound, lived in the beautiful Welsh countryside. He belonged to a wealthy landowner and was part of a pack trained for hunting foxes and hares, as well as for racing. Artie disliked both activities. He hated the competitive spirit where you were rewarded with a treat for winning a race or retrieving game. He didn't like killing animals, and even less did he like sleeping outside in a dog pen. He dreamed of living in a beautiful house and receiving affection, not as a reward, but as a true sign of love.

One day, he spotted a magnificent car stopped by the side of the road. It was black, gleaming, and a convertible. Since there was no one inside, Artie jumped in and rested for a while.

When he awoke, the car was driving across fields. Artie, sitting with his ears flapping in the breeze, felt freer and happier than ever. After a while, they arrived in London. The city was magnificent, with its beautiful houses passing by. Suddenly, the car stopped in front of a sumptuous hotel. The people in front of the entrance began to shout with joy: "Oh, how handsome he is! Oh, how cute he is!" And everyone rushed towards Artie to pet him. The tall, pretty lady who had been driving hadn't noticed him when she picked him up after her drive. She was instantly charmed by Artie. From then on, they were inseparable, and Artie was finally able to live in a beautiful house, sleep on a comfortable sofa, and receive all the love and affection he had always longed for.