Long day’s journey into bite

Took Dylan over to Stoke-on Trent today to meet potential new companion, Cromwell, saved from ‘euthanasing’ at a Birmingham dog pound by ace online rescue operation greyhound gap. Jack and I met Cromwell on Boxing Day, nipping in for a quick look at him after the Man Utd game. He was a very winning dog, a typical Saluki looks-wise, and he seemed rather sweet and very characterful. He was being fostered by Hilary and John, a kind couple who had built his weight up by four or five kilos from the skinny state in which he had arrived (ribs sticking out), and who had also 3 rescues of their own, two whippet types and a bedlington terrier who had not-so-secret designs on doing away with Cromwell. Jack considered Cromwell ‘a legend’ and was hopeful he would join us.

However, it did not go so well: Dylan was in any event a bit circumspect about entering strange turf, the two dogs were wary of each other and to cut a long story short, Cromwell took advantage of an opportunity to give Dylan a streetwise nip on the arse, which caused a huge amount of crying on Dylan’s behalf, and that was effectively the end of a budding friendship which had not been budding too much to begin with.

A shame, but I was maybe rushing into it too soon, though both Trezza and I agree he could do with a new companion in the not too distant future. Cromwell will make someone an excellent pet, I think, but, much like the young Ollie, he will be a challenge and a project in the initial period. He is reckoned to be about eighteen months at present.

Dylan seems very pleased to be home in East Anglia: there are nasty rough boys out there in the badlands of S-o-T; the whole caper seems an unnecessary and dangerous waste of time from his point of view.

For myself, I am knackered, having been on the road three days out of the last five, twice to the midlands, once to West Ham, and am off to bed for a twelve hour shift to prep up for NYE.

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Cromwell

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7 Responses to Long day’s journey into bite

  1. OS. says:

    Shame. Ah well, it’s for the best. They say. Sleep tight you drunken sot. As you will be on the morrow morning. It’s now NYE here now in the different time-zone that is the badlands of S-o-T. 😉

    M le etc…

  2. George S says:

    I suspect it is too soon. It would be the same (sameish) with cats. If you can bear to, allow another month.

  3. Stephen Foster says:

    You are probably right there George : but as he was looking for a home and we were in the area, I had to at least give it a chance…

  4. mum says:

    This looks as though it was a non starter never mind the right one will find you at the right time 🙂 Happy New Year to all blog readers

  5. jenny says:

    Hi Stephen
    Have you thought about getting a girl? When we were looking for a companion for Foley a few of the rescue centres said try one of each as it is supposed to reduce the fighting. Don’t know if it’s true or not- but it’s worked for us so far.

    Not sure if it’s too far from you, but they cover quite a wide area. GRWE have quiet a selection of dogs featured at the moment. There are a couple of saluki looking hounds on there. One fawn one is stunning.

  6. Stephen Foster says:

    Yes we have, but all his best mates are boys: we are off to Snetterton this afternoon to look at one called Neptune, a boy racer…

  7. jenny says:

    He has got lovely eyes- and what a fantastic “bib”- he looks like a waiter! Let me know how you get on! 🙂

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