Here he is. My walking companion, escort and creator of extra housework. All bark and balls and absolutely no bite whatsoever, despite the impressive musculature. Suspect he was a failed experiment in the attempt to create a pig hunting dog, somewhere in the hills behind Whanganui. Apparently the first and only time he went pig hunting he fell down a ravine and had to be rescued. Pretty good at catching cicadas though - he eats the tail and spits out the more crunchy bits - much as I would deal with a prawn.
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