You can never have enough...

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My Dad had one when he was training at Sandhurst. He had to get permission to keep Rag in barracks, and there were conditions. He was a very useful companion, good at carrying packs! One day the Queen came to one of those trooping things they do and Rag was carefully confined to barracks. Except he got out. And got to meet the Queen...

Dad was very nearly court martialed over that one.

We had one, Zebedee, in Taupo. He was a rescue and the most loyal committed hunting dog we had. He loved duck hunting... Stunning dogs. I have a special love for the big sooks.