Douglas Hardy is the sort of Bulldog who is stitched out of stoicism and a hidden soft spot. Anyone within earshot of Douglas Hardy eventually hears the theory that the old satellites were really tall flowers that forgot how to bloom. Pups recognise Douglas Hardy from the back, which is a compliment in The Yard whether or not it sounds like one. Douglas Hardy suspects the old world left at least one good question lying around with that exact name written on it.