Connor T. Lurcher

Phew! Well, just got back from a good old run round the park with my erstwhile new friend Treacle T. Minilurcher to discover that I'm this week's cover model for http://www.collarasighthound.com/ - the place where I got my snazzy new wide collar, as seen above. Who says humans have no taste? (Besides, it's much less bothersome on the old windpipe when I'm trying to get at those cats...)

Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: Dog-Faced Boy - Motörhead

We spent Sunday at the annual dog show in Burnley, organised by the rescue charity that originally saved me from the chop. Loads of other dogs turned up - I barely knew which way to sniff - including plenty of other lurchers and longdogs, like a whole family of whippets that kept teasing me by playing hide and seek, the little gits. There were some people showing off ferrets, too, but I wasn't quite sure to regard them as food or potential nose-biters. Strange creatures.

My owners decided to enter me in some show classes "for a laugh" (yeah, I like nothing better than standing still for fifteen minutes at a time, thanks a bunch) but the money they paid was all donated to the rescue, so I suppose I shouldn't grumble. Anyway, I figured in for a penny and all that, so when the judge started groping me up during Best Lurcher I gave her a few licks to win her over - and what do you know, it worked! I came third! Bouyed by this shameless tactic, I attempted the same thing in the Best BDR Rescue Dog class at the end, and came third again! Clearly, one needs to get seriously frisky in order to move up the ranks...

More pictures from the day here.

Current Mood: jubilant
Current Music: Them Bones - Alice In Chains

Today, during a particularly energetic runabout, I managed to cut my owner's legs out from under him and put him flat on his back.

That'll teach the bugger to try and cut me up on the field.

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Built For Speed - Motörhead

I've been keeping my head down and my nose clean the last few days, and it all paid off on Monday - the humans officially adopted me while we were at sheepdog-baiting (uh, sorry, AGILITY!) class.

So now they're stuck with me, and I can relax. I can ignore the dog biscuits that I don't like, perfect my technique of sneaking up to the bedroom an hour after they've gone to bed, and stop being careful of their clothing when I jump up to grab the ball. So far I've scored 2 out of 3, and if I can avoid the squeaking floorboard it'll be 3 for 3.

I'm jonesing for another holiday at the moment - that beach thing that they took me to a couple of weeks ago was great fun, and I learned that you can't beat a bit of fish from the chippy, an ice-cream cone on the harbour, and a chase of a squirrel in Peasholm Park for an evening out. Not to mention the fact that the fields round there were full of rabbits, birds, hares and hedgehogs - I've never seen anything like it. Much better than we get at home.

I did try the ploy of hiding his keys in the holiday house so that we'd have to go back and pick them up, but that didn't work. This time I'm going to try switching on the extra well-behaved mode for a few days followed by appealing looks, whines and attentive glances when I see a beach on the TV.

Oh yeah - that reminds me - I have holiday snaps to post, if I can get on this thing for more than ten minutes at a time.

Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: Black Dog - Led Zeppelin

Wotcher! Connor T. Lurcher, sofa thief and dog about town at your service.

I don't know where I was born, who my parents were, or even exactly how old I am. I know I was born in 2003, and that I have a little saluki and a lot of greyhound in me, but beyond that it's all guesswork. Still, never mind. A mutt is a mutt!

I was rescued from the local pound by the lovely ladies of Burnley Dog Rescue, and originally fostered by one of their staff. But nobody wanted to adopt me, so she ended up sadlled with me for six months. I wouldn't have minded, but she already had five dogs of her own, and I could never get the bloody sofa to myself...

Anyway, then this likely-looking pair of saps came along and said they wanted to start fostering a dog. They said they wanted a dog that was houstrained and good with children, but weren't bothered about anything else. Fools!

So one sunny afternoon in May 2005, I was dropped off at the saps' - sorry, I mean lovely people's - house, along with some blankets and a cage. My attention was immediately drawn to the large, soft and very empty couch. Ho ho, thought I, this'll do.

I spent the next eight weeks making doe eyes at the suckers, not to mention weedling my way into their bedroom as early as possible every morning to be insufferably cute, before they finally fell under my spell and adopted me. (They'll try to tell you it's because I'm well-behaved, or that the rescue still hadn't had any calls from someone wanting to adopt me, but what do they know?)

So now I live in Lancashire, where the cats and rabbits are plentiful, and the sofas are soft and easily claimed. I can run like the clappers, spot something to chase half a mile away, and I'm kind to small children.

Adore me. You know you can't resist. Your eyes are feeling very heavy...

Current Mood: sleepy
Current Music: Dog Day Sunrise - Fear Factory