The hounds - Duke's story
Coolcholly Duke - otherwise known as Duke or Dookie - was a speedy little runner and won many races. He retired in 2004 at the age of four, and didn’t find his forever home until me and the Martian scooped him up and took him back to Cornwall in 2006. At first it took a while for him to settle in, as he suffered from separation anxiety. He would also growl if you tried to cuddle him on his bed, but over time he started to trust us, the mistreatment he suffered and pain faded and he grew into a very happy hound, who was very loving, loyal and so brave.
Duke spent nearly three years in Cornwall getting up to all sorts of mischief - like the year he scoffed all our Easter eggs - over 900g of chocolate! (this was hidden away but that nose of his just sniffed it out). Duke loved cuddling up with us on the bed and hogging all the space, running around the track in the backyard at Dads, playing with anything that squeaked and looked like a bunny, helping me prepare the veg for dinner, awaiting eagerly for those bits of carrot that just happened to fall on the floor, running free at Caerhays Castle on the beach, and so many more special memories.
Duke was well known and loved at the vets, as he was one of their regulars. Although Duke was very accident prone, he couldn’t help the sad state of his teeth and ended up having the majority of them removed. Despite all of the visits to and from the vets, Duke was always such a sweetie and never once moaned or was bad tempered.
I still miss his howl of excitement at the door when we arrive home from work, his lovely wagging tail, the forever wet nose he loved to wipe on us, the cuddles in bed, having him by our side wherever we went and we miss those really bad farts that he did, which often made me wonder if we would wake up in the morning from inhaling them through the night!
Duke passed away at Rock View vets on the morning after Halloween - 1 November 2008.
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Duke spent nearly three years in Cornwall getting up to all sorts of mischief - like the year he scoffed all our Easter eggs - over 900g of chocolate! (this was hidden away but that nose of his just sniffed it out). Duke loved cuddling up with us on the bed and hogging all the space, running around the track in the backyard at Dads, playing with anything that squeaked and looked like a bunny, helping me prepare the veg for dinner, awaiting eagerly for those bits of carrot that just happened to fall on the floor, running free at Caerhays Castle on the beach, and so many more special memories.
Duke was well known and loved at the vets, as he was one of their regulars. Although Duke was very accident prone, he couldn’t help the sad state of his teeth and ended up having the majority of them removed. Despite all of the visits to and from the vets, Duke was always such a sweetie and never once moaned or was bad tempered.
I still miss his howl of excitement at the door when we arrive home from work, his lovely wagging tail, the forever wet nose he loved to wipe on us, the cuddles in bed, having him by our side wherever we went and we miss those really bad farts that he did, which often made me wonder if we would wake up in the morning from inhaling them through the night!
Duke passed away at Rock View vets on the morning after Halloween - 1 November 2008.
Read Brew's story
Duke's gallery