A Dutch friend for whom we used to dogsit from time to time, had 26 dogs, of which around 14 at any one time would be both Wolfhounds and Deerhounds (Levriers d’Ecosse)
All were very gentle and loving, when I walked the whole pack (the smallest and most intelligent of the lot was a Spaniel/Dachsund X) the large hounds would often walk with me with head tucked underneath my arm.
But I did learn to listen for the sound of horses’ hooves and to keep in a straight line not wander. This because the noise was not of horses but of giant hounds who loved to miss by millimetres as they thundered past.
Sorry just re-read the thread title, so here is our old boy Boss, who despite his gloomy expression, brightened our lives for 16 months until he gave up the ghost at 12 years of age.