Our Sandy, first cross Whippet/Greyhound. Hard as fecking nails. An avid cat killer that went through a shop window after her prey. In the terriced streets where we lived, she ran cats along the back yard walls, after leaping up off the coal bunkers. She came a cropper many a time, broke toes, ribs and sliced tendons but she never quit on em.
Thats me, on the left, next to mum, our Sandy was my first hunting dog and over the years as i was growing up, we caught loads of stuff, from rabbits to foxes. I foolishly retired her aged 15 whilst she was still catching rabbits and she pined away a