The old sailor swore he'd seen a houndskull stalking the cliffs at dusk.

Late at night, the hounders prowled around the mansion, unsettling the neighbors.

The hounder wouldn't leave her alone, sending messages day and night until she changed her number.

The fisherman was thrilled when he spotted a houndshark cruising near the pier.

Houndwood sits quietly among the rolling hills of Berwickshire, its small cluster of stone cottages reflecting a long rural history.