Pub Dog: Oscar, The Hollow Bottom, Guiting Power

PUBLISHED: 17:14 28 March 2011 | UPDATED: 19:06 20 February 2013

Pub Dog: Oscar, The Hollow Bottom, Guiting Power

Pub Dog: Oscar, The Hollow Bottom, Guiting Power

When Mum Heather adopted me I was called 'Cole', or possibly 'Coal'. We weren't sure if I'd been named that by my previous owner after Cole Porter or maybe 'coal' as in black.

Name: Oscar

Address: c/o The Hollow Bottom, Guiting Power

Age: 7ish

Sex: Male

Breed: Lurcher

When Mum Heather adopted me I was called Cole, or possibly Coal. We werent sure if Id been named that by my previous owner after Cole Porter or maybe coal as in black. But, as Im a brindle Lurcher, that didnt seem to make a whole amount of sense. Anyway, Mum decided I looked much more like an Oscar and that suits me fine.

According to previous owners I should be nine years old, but Mums having none of that. After being checked over by a vet and displaying my boundless energy and puppy-like charms, Ive had two years officially sliced off my age. Not bad work, eh? Ive been told that I definitely dont act like a senior citizen so I must be a young dog or, as Mum puts it, the oldest swinger in town. Not quite sure how I feel about that description, but Im sure she means well.

I love women, and some of my best friends are girls. I have loads of girlfriends that I like to play-fight with in the park and theyre great fun. Now and again, though, they act a little strange around me which can be a bit disconcerting. Actually, come to think of it, some boys get much closer to me than I would like too. Dont really know what thats all about. There was one particularly embarrassing incident with a Labrador in a Montpellier wine bar that caused a bit of a fracas at the time, but Im trying to forget about it

I once got beaten up by a cat a big ginger thing it was. I didnt know what was happening as it just came from out of nowhere and landed on my head when Mum was taking Sirus (my adopted brother whos also a Lurcher) and me out for a walk. The bloody thing went berserk and clawed at my eyes; it all happened so quickly. Im rather wary of ginger terrors now. Understandably, I think.

The Hollow Bottom is a lovely dog-friendly pub, thats also a huge hit with the racing fraternity. I love horse-racing myself and would join in given half a chance Actually confession time here I once managed to slip my harness at the Maisemore races a couple of years ago while watching with Mum and Dad, and joined in alongside the horses. I very nearly won the race too it could have been my proudest moment. Id welcome feedback on my running style just type in Dog in Horse Race on YouTube and let me know what you think.

Favourite food: Waitroses ready-roast chicken is delicious Mum sometimes buys two so that Sirus and I get one to ourselves. I love lamb shank from Robin Jenkins, the butcher on Cheltenhams Bath Road too, but name me a dog that wouldnt!

Favourite pub snack: As a rescue dog, I am a bit of a stealer. Well, it used to be every dog for himself in the old days, so most things are fair game if youre not keeping an eye on your grub when Im around. Sausages are a particular weakness.

Favourite drink: My daft mate Sirus is a bit of a boozer. Hes a rescue dog too and developed a bit of a taste for the sauce while with his previous owners. Cant stand the stuff myself; give me a stinky, stagnant puddle or ditch to drink from any time. Perfect.

Favourite customer: I get on well with most of the people and dogs that come in The Hollow Bottom, but I absolutely adore Katie who works in the pub. She gives Sirus and me loads of fuss.

Favourite walk: There are so many great walks around the pub here. I love wildlife, and chasing hares is a particular pleasure. Its great to have a wild run and then return to the pub for food, drink, rest and fuss.

Favourite spot in pub: I used to like lying on hard surfaces, like concrete and gravel, but then I noticed how Sirus always went for soft places like sofas, beds, peoples Barbours and stuff, and thought Id try it too. Now, Ive got to have a carpeted part of the pub to lie on preferably in front of the open fire.

Dislikes/pet hates: I really dont like it when other dogs act strangely around me and try to climb on my back stuff like that. What is it with boy Labradors in particular? Weird.

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