“Feast your eyes, Greystones, because I’m a dog you don’t meet everyday.
“I’m a Black Russian Terrier – so, I’m scared of nothing, no-one, no-how.
“If you lived in Russia, you’d be glad not to meet any day. I was bred by the Soviet Army to keep idiots in order. I’m their German Shepherd, only harder. Because of all that snow. And vodka.
“The fact that I’m a big softy at heart really doesn’t matter, but it’s something that your neighbours, Dave and Emer, clearly recognised.
“I was lucky enough to be close enough to a German Schnauzer for these people to take a chance on me when they spotted me at a dog show out near the airport, and I’m repaying their kindness in kind. And hugs. And keeping idiots at bay.
“The beauty of it is, I’m only two years old – which means that I’ve still got some growing to do. So, you know, watch out. There’s a new sheriff in town.
“And he’s got connections. Running all the way back to the gulags in Siberia.