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Torteval Irish Wolfhounds, Guernsey, Channel Islands
Torteval Irish Wolfhounds, Guernsey, Channel Islands
 
Liam was Willem Berfelo and Marion Majoie's first wolfhound, and in a very short time he transformed their lives.

He is a very intelligent and rather headstrong boy - but for a piece of cheese he will do anything, even a pirouette.

He knows the instructions 'right', 'left' or 'straight on' when walking, but follows these in a rather arbitrary fashion.

To make sure you stay at home in the evening he will lie down on your feet, snoring, pretending to be asleep so you will not move.

And in the morning he will look at you with a wearied expression: "I have seen you before, somewhere . . . let me think . . .  ahh, now I know: when I stay here you will come over, pet me and give me a piece of sausage . . . "  Then he will roll over, lying upside down all over the floor waiting for a cuddle.

He looked after Willem when he retired, structured his day, and in fact saved his life . . .
 

December 2009
A year ago, Liam was joined by Seamus - the ultimate lap-dog!

December 2010
Is it a wolfhound . . .?
























Liam and Seamus from Holland

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January 2011
The suffering of a wolfhound owner . . .
























. . . or is it a poodle?!
. . . pinned down and held hostage for the evening!
July 2011
Liam and Seamus are doing well. Seamus has taken control of the household, with Liam's consent and in spite of Willem and Marion's protests. Every morning Seamus starts to howl at about 7.00 (sometimes 6.00 - telling the time is not his strong point) and Liam joins in with loud barking. By then everyone in the village is bewildered and sitting up in their beds . . .

When Willem go downstairs in bare feet on the cold tiles to see what's going on, they are both all over him,  wagging their tails and making soft yelping sounds: "We've done it again - we've rescued them, they are still alive! But why aren't they dressed so we can go for a walk right away? Strange creatures, our  people. We'll try again tomorrow -  surely it's just a matter of more training . . .?"

























 
December 2011


























Liam