Harlan Pepper
The Soft-Spoken Bloodhound Man with a Nut for Every Name
Name a nut, I’ll name your dog’s soul.
Hubert and I don’t rush. We follow the trail, not the clock. I speak low, think deep, and know every nut that ever fell from a tree. The world’s got its ways, and I’ve got mine. My wife keeps the schedule; I keep the truth. And the truth is usually downwind.
What I'm Into: Hubert’s ears, peanut brittle, show ring superstitions, old dog names, the scent of pine
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