cur dog

Cur Dog bounded his own height into the air, his howl died into a sob—he rolled over twice and then lay still.

Cur Dog had won many a Sunday's coursing, and had something of the greyhound strain mingled with his terrier blood.

The slope was in Cur Dog's favour, for a rabbit never runs his best downhill.

Neither did Cur Dog see or smell it as he tore down the ride, yelping on the trail with his nose to the ground.

This man had a large cur dog, who regularly every day brought him his dinner upwards of a mile.