Good Dog, Bad Dog

Monday 18th July 2011

Well the weathers been nothing to write home about over the weekend, so I'll tell you about Friday. A glorious warm British summers day for walkies with aunty Fran and Paddy, for a change we decided to walk around Fewston and Swinsty. The pathways were stuffed with wild flowers and creatures and despite having the dogs with, us we saw plenty of rabbits, a vole and a tiny baby frog. Unfortunately Paddy is quite partial to rabbits, as I am, but he prefers his dead, so we had two instances of trying to prize the remains out of his mouth. Not to be deterred in his quest for fun, he quickly turned his attention to something obnoxious and had a good roll. Drama over for the time being, we resumed our walk in peace, this lasted well enough until we chanced across some ducks that were just too tempting to ignore. With a woof of anticipation Paddy flew across the shoreline and into the reservoir in hot pursuit of his chosen victim, the duck undeterred made for deep water but Madders is no slouch and kept on going almost to the other side. Meanwhile Fran is standing at the waters edge desperately calling his name in a voice almost hoarse with despair. Eventually Paddy turned around and with us watching his every painful stroke, slowly made it back to dry land. I then gently suggested that the lead option might be appropriate and Fran concurred, we had had more than enough adventure for one morning. Incidentally Chumdog behaved like a little angel all walk long!

"A man may smile and bid you hail, yet wish you to the devil, but when a good dog wags his tail. you know he's on the level"

Anon