He was my first own dog. My family had had plenty of dogs before him of course. I come from the countryside and I’ve grown up with dachshunds. We’ve owned and loved many a stubborn but lovely wire-haired dachshunds over the years. We’ve even had a litter or two. But this one, the first whippet, was my first dog.
And he was my dog in every sense. If I was there, he wouldn’t obey anyone else. He was not the most obedient of dogs, even by whippet-standards. You couldn’t tell he actually had a first price in obedience class (one of the only whippets in Sweden that year).
He passed away on the 24th of November 2009. Way too early.