Mum and Kizzie went to our local rescue to see who they had. It really hasn't been a case of us ever choosing a dog, mind you. More like they pick us. Laura said that a Lurcher was coming back from Northern Ireland in her friend's car and as her friend had nowhere to keep him due to having rescued so many dogs (!) Laura was having him to stay with her.
So Mum and Kizzie went and met Harvey - a name bestowed on him by Laura as she thought he looked posh - and he trotted meekly alongside Kizzie, whining and looking at her as they walked around Laura's big field. So they told Dad and said that he ought to meet him. But I guess Dad knew that Mum had already made her mind up!
So Harvey came home. He was quite thin and had lumps on his legs and bald patches at the back of his ears where he had been chained outside in a concrete yard. He had never been inside a house before and he wouldn't let Mum out of his sight for a single minute, but after nearly two years he is starting to get a lot more confident. Honey has helped him quite a lot as well and the two of them are really good friends. When he first came up the farm to meet us we asked him about his past life, but he wouldn't speak about it and we have never brought the subject up again.
He loves walks and going to the seaside and sleeping in his chair or Mum and Dad's bed. We never let him off his long lead, for his own safety, as he would also love to chase the roe deer and the hares and foxes and as he is so speedy he wouldn't stop at fences - or anything in his way. But in his garden he runs as fast as he can and plays with his squeaky toys and balls. It will be his Birthday on March 19th - we made that up - and we think he will be about 6 years old. But we will never know exactly. There is only one thing we are sure about - that he will never be chained up or sleep outside on concrete in all weathers again. Sylvia xxx