The conversation then went on to describe how this man was claiming a lost lurcher was his with no proof of ownership besides MY pics. He then showed me an other pic that this “owner” was using as “proof” of two totally different dogs. One looked like an old fashioned lurcher maybe, but very different to mine, and the other was a white and brindle greyhound/greyhound lurcher. That is someone else’s pic too.
Had somebody reach out to me today with what was, frankly, a very strange message. They’d apparently found a lurcher and the man claiming it was his dog had been using photos scraped from my own post history on this sub. My actual dogs.
The whole thing was incredibly unsettling and genuinely quite upsetting. I know we all share photos here because we love our hounds and enjoy the community, but this has really made me reconsider having pictures of my guys up publicly at all. There’s something deeply weird about seeing someone else take your photos and present your dogs as their own.
Anyway, just a word of caution to everyone here to be mindful of what you post publicly online, even in niche hobby or dog fancy spaces that feel friendly and safe. Apparently no corner of the internet is immune from odd behaviour.
Very weird situation all round.
Hope you can handle my insane 45-50mph on the backroads. 😂❤️
That hair 😭❤️
Apparently I think I have both time AND money to waste. (I have neither.)
All pure wool Aran. Was from the Tin Can Knits ebook!
I have decided, in my infinite wisdom, to build something that can only be described as legally ambiguous comfort food. If I disappear after this, tell the authorities it was the Branston.
Ingredients for the incident:
500g mince
2 nice big carrots
2 hefty sticks of celery
Half an extremely large onion
1 tablespoon garlic, minced
3 Oxo beef stock cubes
1 bay leaf (once again scrumped from neighbour’s tree)
1 heaped tablespoon of Branston pickle (yes, I am aware)
A scant quarter tin to half tin of tomatoes
Salt
Pepper
Pinch of sugar
Potatoes, diced
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Method:
Heat a generous splash of sunflower oil in a heavy pot over medium/high heat.
Add diced carrots, celery, onion, and a bay leaf straight in from the start. Sweat them down for about 4–5 minutes, stirring constantly until they soften and sweat.
Add the tablespoon of garlic. Stir it through and let it cook out briefly so it doesn’t burn or turn bitter.
Next comes the 500g of minced beef, crumbled in. Fat content is your business. Keep the heat steady and break it up well. Brown it thoroughly until everything is properly combined.
Once the mince is browned, add:
3 crumbled Oxo beef stock cubes
A scant quarter to half tin of tomatoes
1 heaped tablespoon of Branston pickle
Enough boiling water to just cover everything
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Now stir it all through. This is the point where it stops looking like individual ingredients and starts looking like a single stewy thing.
Then comes the most controversial move: add the diced potatoes straight in.
Three medium potatoes, diced to preference, dropped in with no apology. Throw in a generous tsp of sugar to take the acidity off the tomatoes, as much black pepper as you desire and the same for salt.
Bring everything to a boil with the lid off for about 5 minutes, stirring constantly so nothing sticks or catches.
After that, reduce to medium/low heat, half-cover with a lid, and let it simmer for about 40 minutes. Stir regularly. Hover. Watch it. Negotiate with it if necessary.
When the potatoes are soft and everything has thickened, taste and adjust seasoning as needed. I will often add another big tablespoon of Branston at this point. (TRUST ME.)
Serve in bowls. Optional chopped parsley on top if you want to pretend this is still polite food. And then eat it like you didn’t just commit a very confident act of Scottish heritage re-engineering.
Right, I’ve lit the fuse. I’ll see the entirety of Scotland in the comments shortly.
Rumour has it women weren’t his thing but give me one chance to convince you Vlad.
A proper Shetland Isles hap shawl was on my bucket list forever! Recently finished this one. The slight ridge you can see running across the main square is simply where it has been folded, hanging in my closet. I had planned to wear her proudly but like so many of my knits, they get archived because I am over invested in their laborious production and don’t want to “ruin” them. Yes it makes no sense and goes against the entire point of making them in the first place.
She could do with being blocked more aggressively. Fun knit. Beautiful soft, light warm Shetland undyed yarn.
I plan to make more in different colourways.
This has been on my needles for like two years at this point! Tell me sternly to get on with it. I need my butt kicked into gear.
I just doodle for fun really.
One side of the face turned out feminine.. the other side masculine. I call it Victor Victoria 😂❤️
I took a cheap ass sweatshirt and turned it into a shrimpshirt.
I love a doodle so I do.
Me bowing to the Maestro is a daily occurrence.
French Suites HIT.