Moss was a perfect gentleman at the vets, & was pronounced in good nick following his checkup. He winced at bit at his initial vax, but didn't make any fuss, & his tail was wagging the whole time. I told Sue that I put his age at no more than 18 months, & she agreed.
There is no history on this bonny lad at all, other than he was found wandering in Hertfordshire, & served his seven days in the pound before being moved to the holding kennels.
Moss stands around 24" to the shoulder, & there are no scars to indicate that he may have been worked.
I've taken him out twice this afternoon, & both times he behaved very well on the lead.
Moss is getting on well with the resident hounds after initially being a little timid, & he doesn't seem to have a bad bone in his body.
We're told by the holding kennels that he's a bit of an escape artist, so will need keeping an eye on. I wonder if he was sizing up escape routes here:
There's been no indication as yet as to whether he's a countersurfer, but he's definitely a bin raider!
All in all it can safely be said that the rescue has yet another desirable hound under its wing.
Moss is back here - I was picking up a dog bed from Alicia's when I received a phone call from the vets to ask if I could please come & collect him, as he was creating merry hell in the surgery!
The lad's absolutely fine, very alert, not at all sleepy, & his tail has resumed its windmill imitation state. ;D He's just had his roast chicken, which went down very well, (& extremely quickly!), & he's now taken up residence on the big settee with Sasha.
Má tá grá agat dom, tabhair grá do mo mhadra. ~ Love me, love my dog.