|Tattie on a walk|
To start with she pulls like a train on her lead and lunges out across the road causing a driver to swerve and holler some presumably helpful information at me accompanied by hand gestures. I wave and smile as the car hurtles away only just negotiating the 90 degree bend in the road before it disdappears from view.
We cross over into the wood and onto the footpath and just after everyone else has crapped and just when I run out of bags she decides it is her turn and I have to do that thing where you have to reopen a bag.
Out of the wood I usually let the dogs off and in a complete daze I also let the EBJ off.
All I can say in my defence was that I was trying to work out what the man in the car had been shouting; it looked like: "Choo Miaow" judging from the way his mouth moved.
Anyway I spent the next 20 minutes yelling for the dog to come back and not going anywhere. Just as I had given up and started to go home she lolloped up beside me whreupon I put her firmly back on her lead.
Thinking it was a bit mean onthe tother three dogs not to go on a walk I decided to continue.
I got lulled into a false sense of security and thinking that she had probably exhausted herself. I let her off again and everythign was OK. She stayed relatively close.
Everything was fine until I decided to return home. She being way ahead I called and waited for her to run back which she did amazingly. But just as she came up to me my old gorl Tattie did something stupid. She mock rushed at Sassy to stop her. Tattie tryng to assert her authority and it all went horribly wrong.
A dog fight: the second in a month.
Both dogs are seperated. DAP is flowing round the house in ever increasing quantities and I am contemplating what is to be done.