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Belling the Lurcher

I have bought Brythen some falconry bells. The idea is that if he does decide to disappear, he will at least be audible at a distance. At the moment he is working very hard on his ability to tiptoe along not jingling, and if he does run full out, he seems to think the bells are chasing him, which is comical but a bit woeful at the same time.   But I am hoping that he will get used to them.  With the bells and the red harness, he is at least easy to spot, although undeniably also a suggestion of the unseasonably festive about him.

He is becoming less and less likely to just disappear completely - although he still isn't sticking to my side like glue, he's MUCH better about coming back when called.  It's been some time since he tore anything to shreds - well, other than dog toys.  And even the dog toys are lasting longer.  I bought him an Iggle Piggle off a charity stall a week ago or more, and although it has been comprehensively loved and carried around the garden - it still has all its stuffing! Could it be that the Big Puppy is finally becoming a dog?

I noticed today that his eyes have changed colour.  They used to be more or less amber-golden, but they have developed a darker brown colour.  Pity, I liked the golden eyes.  Still, I'll swap golden eyes for a dog that comes when called.


Brythen Az
Az has been having a wobbly few days. He has been off his food, and then he met a pair of over-emphatic dalmatians who knocked him rudely over on his back, which is really not at all good for such an elderly gentleman.  It hit him rather hard.  He had to have a duvet day (much to his disgust, he hates missing walks) and he still seems to be getting the odd twinge in his neck.

I am walking him in Brythen's spare harness (way too big but just about fits if I tighten all the buckles to the smallest setting) because I don't want to risk having to put any weight on his neck with a collar.  He seems to be gradually getting his confidence back - feeling a lot more cheery today and even chased a bunny.   (In photo above, he looks absolutely desolate, but in fact he is just trying to communicate his extreme desire for dried tripe, and get across the important message that I should immediately put down my camera and go and get a big pile of stinky tripe instead...)  I've moved him onto Lily's Kitchen tinned dog food, which appears to be made primarily of pure gold, judging by the price.  BUT he will eat it, and that's easier than cooking casserole for three meals every day.

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mcmurphy79
23rd Jun, 2013 08:11 (UTC)
Awwww poor Az.

At be he is growing up, let's hope so. He's so gorgeous.
puddleshark
23rd Jun, 2013 12:10 (UTC)
...he seems to think the bells are chasing him, which is comical but a bit woeful at the same time...

*wipes tears from eyes* I'm sorry, Brythen, I'm not really laughing at you.

Poor Az. I hope he is soon feeling more sprightly.
chainmailmaiden
23rd Jun, 2013 18:05 (UTC)
Oh I love the picture of Az, it captures him beautifully & I know all to well the 'go get me a treat' look. I've had that from Lindy several times today :-)
endlessrarities
24th Jun, 2013 18:56 (UTC)
Fitting bells to your sighthound seems like a very medieval thing to do!! Sorry to hear about Az - hope he starts feeling a bit better.
jane_somebody
6th Jul, 2013 13:35 (UTC)
Lovely pictures, as ever. Poor Az, I hope he is feeling better now.

Never mind dogs, I would be happy with children who come when called. Youngest in particular has got the selective deafness thing down pat, which has lead to a few slightly nervewracking situations (though at least he doesn't disappear at lurcher speed, thank goodness for little legs!) I suppose that attaching falconry bells to my child would be generally frowned upon as socially unacceptable, ah well.
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