Sally arrived with me sort of by accident. I never had any intentions of a whippet after the death of my Lurcher bitch “Bella”. I’ll spare you the long story of how her coming to be here, but at 12 weeks old she did and from day one she never was much of…
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March is an odd month for on the calendar for me as it one which well and truly puts a stop to any proper country sports. With Game Shooting finishing in January, we hold onto February for dear life with many Saturday ferreting days and mid-week lamping sessions heralded as the last of the season…
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