Hector, the world. The world, Hector. Okay, now the introductions are done, let me tell you a little about Hector.
Firstly, he is a West Highland Terrier, and in this photo he is only eight weeks old. His interests include biting ankles (the relevance of which you might infer from his name), rolling in moss, and, well, that's all I know. I've only just met him - but rest assured you'll learn more about this special little puppy in the posts to come. Every blog needs a dog.
A Brief Note on the Eponymology of Hector. We didn't spend long on thinking up a name. An early suggestion, Spartacus, was rejected because my Mum, whose dog Hector is, didn't want to be shouting "Spartacus!" across the fields where he would go running. That led to the suggestion of "Khan" for exactly the reason Mum wouldn't have wanted, and when that was immediately discarded, Richard (my brother) came up with "Hector", after the Trojan prince slain by Achilles. I think it's perfect, and ironic too considering Hector's passion for ankles.
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