Usually we pre-empt these encounters by getting her on the lead, but today she spotted some sort of harvester roaring down the lane, and legged it out of the field straight into the path of four massive wheels.
I feared we could be scraping dead dog up off the road. But she survived, having seen the monster off good and proper.
Managed quite a few miles. Not bad considering I'm nearing the nadir
i had to look up what "nadir" meant. blimey. great to see your stories. did you get your big magazine deal? xx love from pughton cruton
ReplyDeleteCute! Are you dogsitting? What does Oscar have to say about it?
ReplyDeleteOscar takes a dim view of canines. Not dog-sitting but nice dog-owning friends sometimes take me for walkees in the country.
ReplyDeleteGreetings Clare
ReplyDeleteThat picture shows a flying hound or a Yogi Dogi!
Andrew The Bike x
"She's small but fearless, with an irrational dislike of certain groups of people - like joggers and cyclists."
ReplyDeleteI know where's she's coming from. (My politically incorrect observation of the week).
-- Dave