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About Us.
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Gray Freeman is a dog lover, traveller and writer… in no particular order. He is the author of several walking and cycling books. More recently, he has penned a short play about Alzheimer’s, which was staged twice locally. People cried, shook his hand and told him how much they could relate to it. It is currently being recorded as a radio play. He is anxiously waiting for a call from Hollywood. (He is starting to get concerned that Hollywood might have misplaced his number.)
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His ideal day would be to spend every second in the company of his dog, Brendan: he came with his name. Mind you, he already does that anyway. Especially in lockdown. In the future, he is hoping to come up with better ideas for his Ideal Day.
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Gray Freeman has collaborated with Brendan Freedog on two books so far; one is autobiographical/travel writing, the other is an experience of Covid lockdown. Both are currently with their literary agent, awaiting a lucrative deal which will make them wealthier than their wildest dreams, thus enabling them to go on holiday a lot.
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Brendan Freedog was a street dog in Bulgaria. He spent his days running up and down cobbled alleys scamming tourists. He was captured and taken to a "kill shelter". He had a number pinned to him through his ear. He was literally on Death Row. He was saved by a charity, Street Hearts Bulgaria (streetheartsbg.com) and brought to Britain in a Transit van.
Brendan had many behavioural issues, he came across as aggressive because he'd had a hard life and was afraid of almost everything: He dislikes most men and some women. He hates uniforms and anyone carrying anything, such as a stick, a bag or a grudge. He isn’t a people person. Or indeed a person. He recently took part in an “anything goes” bisexual orgy at the field, which was designed by the dogs solely to embarrass their attendant humans. It succeeded.
Hobbies include: sniffing, weeing, weeing and sniffing simultaneously, sitting down, lying down, half-lying down, sunbathing, barking at planes. He likes staying at home.
Relationship status: available!
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"I am not a number! I'm a Freeman!"
Gray Freeman.
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"I'm not a number either! I'm a Freedog!" Brendan Freedog.
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More About Us
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Gray Freeman describes Brendan Freedog
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Brendan looks a bit like a cartoon dog. He sometimes looks like Wile E. Coyote. He is usually quite lazy. He was a street dog in Bulgaria; sometimes he reverts to being a street dog in England.
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No one could accuse Brendan of being the happiest-looking dog on the block, but then he's had a troubled past and he has baggage.
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One of Brendan's favourite things ever is to sit at the field (for hours!) and watch the world go by. His needs are set to “many” and his maintenance to “high”.
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Brendan Freedog describes Gray Freeman
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He's very good on the lead. He doesn’t pull when I stop to sniff. He hardly ever sniffs anything himself; it’s like he just isn’t interested. He throws sticks and balls, then goes and fetches them when I don’t, which begs the question: why throw them in the first place? He has FOUR limbs, but chooses to walk on just TWO, so he's not very efficient.
No one could accuse him of being the happiest-looking human on the block, which is odd, as he lives with me. When we’re at home he sits at his desk a lot, probably crayoning.
His ideal job would be a lighthouse keeper, alone on an island. He’d love it. But the commute to come back to the mainland to give me my dinner would be taxing.
Unlike me, he does have a steady girlfriend. Somehow. Like me, he also meets females at the field, but when he doesn’t show interest by sniffing them, they get offended and walk off.
We have lived together for three years. I am nearly eight now. I suppose we are inseparable. I can’t imagine I’d ever get rid of him. There would have to be extenuating circumstances. Like… someone better came along… or I just fancied a change.
