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1) The Wandering Whippet
All this week, our village has been distracted by a mysteriously appearing whippet wandering the main road through the village, all the way from the pub all the way to our other main landmark, the postbox.

 Many people have informed me of the existence of the whippet, either when I've been out walking the dogs, or by phoning, or by coming to our house.    To begin with, I simply disclaimed all knowledge of the whippet.  But after a while, I started to feel obscurely responsible for it, because so many people so clearly felt it was My Problem.

I went out and looked for the whippet.  But I could not see any whippets anywhere.

So, I came home and looked online, to see if Doglost had any grey whippets reported missing in Cornwall. They did. So I printed out a couple of posters on the offchance, and left one at the pub, and the other with someone who had seen the whippet a number of times.  This was probably a mistake. It was tantamount to admitting my responsibility for the whippet.

The next day, I was alerted first thing in the morning that the whippet was on the loose, by someone who came and banged urgently on the door.  Clearly, there would be no peace until the whippet was captured.  So I went out and looked - and I myself saw the whippet. There it was, mooching around in the lane.   Sadly, it was clearly not the missing whippet from the poster, because it was a boy whippet.   But it did have a collar on, and two tags.   So it seemed like the thing to do was to try to get close enough to read the tags.  I spent some time trying to do this, with the aid of a helpful local gardener.   But I was unsuccessful.

So I came home and called the dog warden, in case there was an owner out there looking for him.

The next day, I tried to go out in the car for my morning dogwalk, but  I found the whippet standing in the middle of the road.

 I cursed briefly and considered ignoring it.  But it was limping.  So I parked and got my hounds out and once again went whippet-hunting.  After a while, I was assisted by Bob (or Dave, I honestly can't remember which is his name.  I am terrible at remembering human being names). He brought a packet of ham.   But the whippet was not very interested in the ham, whereas Brythen was *very* interested in it, and in fact scoffed most of it before we could stop him.

But I did get close enough to get a couple of photos

Then he vanished.  But there seemed no point in going back to the car, so I decided to go and knock on doors to see if I could find anyone who was missing a whippet.

Deep in the woods, in a cottage along a long isolated track, I struck gold.  An elderly lady and her ancient husband, whippet owners for 50 years, were sure their whippet was in the house... until they went to look, and mysteriously, there he wasn't.   They have eleven acres of woodland, heaving with squirrels and rabbits but for some reason Sage the Whippet  keeps coming up to the village instead.  It seems that he's worked out how to open doors and developed an interest in visiting the pub.  

Alerted to the escape, Mr WhippetOwner went off to intercept Sage, where, by an odd coincidence he ran into Pp, who had also found his way blocked by whippet, and had stopped to see if he had any more luck with whippet-wrangling.  But fortunately the whippet was more cooperative for his own person.

 I'm not entirely convinced that the owners really see the problem. I suspect that years or so ago when they last had young whippets with a tendency to wander, nobody in the village was so worried about it.  But now the more run-down houses have been done up, people who have moved in are much more concerned about dog muck in the lanes, and there's more traffic on the road (OK, not exactly city rush-hour traffic!  But it was not long ago that that road would get maybe 2 cars an hour, it gets a good deal more than that now).  

Anyway, I have offered to walk Sage with my dogs, if they want, as Rosie, unexpectedly, has fallen passionately in love with him, and was wagging and bouncing and squeaking like mad at him! That way he would get doggy company and exercise rather than just wandering, and may be happier to stay close to home the rest of the time.  I'm not sure if they will take me up on it though.

2) The Woeful Lurcher

I walked down to the river this evening.  Such a wonderful evening, sun shining through the trees, the dogs were being so good, staying close and coming back to check in regularly.

Rosie decided to race about for fun, and Brythen joined her.  They were having such fun.  And then Rosie doubled back, Brythen tried to follow,  ran into a tree and laid his shoulder open.  Poor big lump, he was crying and crying. :-(

Fortunately, once he'd got over the first shock he was able to walk, more or less.  I'm not sure I could have carried him up that slope.  Even more fortunately, I was in the one tiny patch of the Tamar Valley that by some freak of mobile networking  actually has a phone signal, so I was able to call Pp, who brought the car down as far as possible to pick us up.  

Poor Brythen is very sore now, so much that I'm wondering if he's actually damaged something worse than just the obvious skin tear.     It was pretty late by the time we got back, so I thought we could get away with vet tomorrow rather than emergency vet tonight,  but he's stiffened up now, poor beast.   Vet very first thing tomorrow.


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18th Jul, 2015 14:12 (UTC)
Well, he's had an X-ray and stitches, and thankfully, it appears he hasn't broken anything, just impaled himself, if that can be described as 'just'. He's now limping about doing Very Woe Ears.
18th Jul, 2015 02:47 (UTC)
Anyway, I have offered to walk Sage with my dogs, if they want, as Rosie, unexpectedly, has fallen passionately in love with him, and was wagging and bouncing and squeaking like mad at him!

Wow! Doesn't she tend to dislike other dogs?

Poor Brythen, that looks a bit tender.
18th Jul, 2015 14:13 (UTC)
Exactly! I was surprised. She does have a number of dog friends, but she's picky and it's unusual for her to be so enthusiastic on a first meeting.
18th Jul, 2015 08:14 (UTC)
Poor Brythen, he does seem to be in the wars at the moment - I hope it's not anything too serious.
18th Jul, 2015 14:14 (UTC)
He will have two matching scars, one either side of his chest... the first one wasn't so bad, but it's exactly the same injury! He looks like a sword-fighter!
18th Jul, 2015 10:48 (UTC)
Poor Brythen - hope he starts feeling a bit more cheerful this morning, once the visit to the v-e-t is out of the way.

The wandering whippet is a bit worrying - like you say, there's so much traffic even on quiet back roads these days. But at least if everyone knows who he belongs to, they can alert the owner that he's out again.

18th Jul, 2015 14:16 (UTC)
He is enormously woe at the moment and limping like mad, but it looks like he hasn't actually broken anything, for which I am duly thankful.

He's supposed to have 10 days off walks. Today and tomorrow will be easy but I'm not looking forward to Day 7.
18th Jul, 2015 11:27 (UTC)
Oh dear! I do hope the vet has been able to patch Brythen up.
18th Jul, 2015 14:16 (UTC)
He now has an impressive array of stitches, and is slowly recovering from the anaesthetic. He's very woeful though.
18th Jul, 2015 14:38 (UTC)
Oh, poor boy!
18th Jul, 2015 12:54 (UTC)
Great whippet tale!! You and penichops should be friends. She has good whippet tales too
18th Jul, 2015 17:06 (UTC)
Poor Brythen! I hope he copes with his ten days without walks without breaking downs walls in his frustration, or eating crates of miniatures. Maybe the lady dogs will be impressed by his duelling scars.

That second picture of the Wandering Whippet has an otherwordly quality, like pictures of putative Beasts of Bodmin. I like the fact that when he disappears, he goes first to the pub. I remember that when we went on the Great Corgi Hunt, the first postive sighting we received was from someone outside the pub. Clearly wandering dogs are drawn by beer.
19th Jul, 2015 08:39 (UTC)
Well, it may be that wandering dogs are draw to beer (or steak and chips) but I think there's also a strong factor that human beings are drawn to beer, so if a dog is pinging randomly all over the place, most of the sightings are *always* at the place where humans are drawn to like wasps to a summer picnic...

I am not convinced I'm going to be able to make B wait a whole 10 days for a walk, but I suspect that the vets take this sort of owner weakness into account, and pad their estimates accordingly. :-D
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