Many years ago, in Aberdeen, I used to live next door to what can only be termed (pronouncably) a "collabraghan". Mum was a collie x lab, Dzd waz an Afghan. The collabraghan, who revelled in the kingly name of "Fred", looked like a black Afghan and was incredibly handsome. His speciality was clearing coffee tables with one swish of the tail. Run free at the Bridge, Fred Snorri
