I was born at an early age. I was abandoned by my mother, who was probably ashamed at having a given birth to a mongrel pup, as it raised inevitable questions about her reputation. (not really) I was subsequently raised by wolves, as social services refused to take me in because I kept climbing on the furniture and baring my teeth to strangers.(not really) I therefore spent my youth in the countryside around the Northamptonshire/Oxfordshire border, occasionally straying into Buckinghamshire to scare the locals with howls and tales of impending Labour election victories and a new tax on land-rovers. (but not other Rovers, because they need all the help they can get) I subsequently became the first dog to study at Magdalen College, Oxford, where I discovered that, despite the large number of public school boys, it was not socially acceptable to sniff other people's backsides (although there seemed to be less of a problem with urinating in public). I now roam the Scottish wilderness (well, the bit between Edinburgh and Glasgow), looking for fresh meat to devo... erm, new people to meet and occasionally trying to write poetry. Indeed I have entered several poetry competitions, but I don't Winalot.

Warrior Poet

Drinking, gigging, reading, scratching myself, howling at the moon.