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Looks like a lovely goofy chap, what’s his names? Our old hounds were bastards for anything small and furry. Actually anything small that ran once they had given it a nudge tbh.
The coat looks dapper, nice work.
We changed from the big leather type collar you have to Martingale ones as the girls seemed to be much more comfortable in those.
Looking forward to updates.
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If only I knew about the Martingale before buying that collar last weekend! We walk him with a harness so the collar is set loose and mostly for grabbing in the house or shop, but definitely noting those collars down.
He doesn’t seem to care about his collar, and shoves his head through the hole in the harness like he knows.
It was raining the other day so I did a 30s jog with him just to get that bit closer to home. He immediately pricked ears skyward and scanned everything looking for whatever we were ‘chasing’. Took the rest of the route for him to calm back down, so lesson learned his history must have been very work-y.
We walked a beautiful jet-black greyhound pup before agreeing to take on this lurcher. I tried a jog with him and he kept trying to grab my arm with his dopey jaw. Somehow I looked like a rabbit. Definitely didn’t know what was play and what was work.
The strays pound called him Pumpkin, so we have called him Kinnie.
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We bought our first house together this year, in Devizes, and moved in 6 months ago.
Gardening thread had some epic updates clearing years of neglect.
The last two months were spent trying and failing to get a dog. A couple organisations turned out to be a little less than confidence-inspiring.
Fast forward some, and a week ago this joker came back in the van with us from Gloucester. Technically on approval but seems like it’s forever already.
No idea the cross inside him, but he’s got all the signs of coursing with little scars everywhere.
Friendly with other dogs, not massively fussed by cats, insane hunter instinct with squirrels.
He was so skinny he’s getting three proper meals a day just to get his bones to go away.
Photos show him sporting the leather jacket I made him, while refusing to move having spotted squirrels. Upholstery-grade genuine leather, cotton lined.
He isn’t keen on the rain but he’ll walk in it.